That's nice.
What's that have to do with anything?
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That's nice.
What's that have to do with anything?
Ya there was a surprising lack of substance to post for.
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It is not suppose to be easy. Now you better provide a good fight for all the bitching and complaining you two do. That means follow all the rules for connections and damage. If your opponent does not tell you in advance they will be missing days, follow the rules to expedite the fight. I don't want to have this languish like Innue's tourney final match.
What creampuff are you smoking you oldcoon. When the hell was I complaining this entire tournament? I was agreeing with the decision. I don't give two shits really. Maybe I don't want the damn air to change? Stop napping at me cause you're to afraid to stand up to Melonhead you melon seed sucking sack of bonemealfuckingbutmunching eldritchthickskulllookinglikeyoucameoutofaHEMANCartoonsjvkdsTHISISTHEWRONGTIMEOFTHEMONTHTOPISSMEOFF!
Whatever. >.>
We can say that the side V and me are on is the west side then to keep thing's simple.
Ya, MT Everest level of air can easily lead to death.
The fragments were given so you could detirmine that yourselves.
It's not really in Tablurath's character to use something like that. In fact he would have thrown it away immediately and felt rather insulted if the Lobby had not descended into WWIII.
He's still likely to throw it away.
“Oppa G-ga-Gangnam style...”
Given some time before he was within range of his opponent Tablurath hummed a tune he had heard one of his men playing some years ago. He had not understood a word, and the music had been too fast for his translator. Still he found the song was infuriatingly catchy. The hell did Gangnam style even mean? He had no idea. He shook himself from his reverie when his opponent came within the neutral spectrum range of sight. Well he looked like hell. Perhaps this tournament had already began to take its toll. Understandable all things considered. Years of psychotherapy and grueling mental training had given the Cardinal a formidable will coupled with a strong spirit. The truth was he had been practically created for conflict.
War. Blood. Battle.
These things were all familiar bedmates to the Cardinal. Though he did not doubt this wanderer had seen his fair share of violence. Khazna doubted it had been anywhere near the scale he himself had laid witness to time and again. He doubted his heart would have known anything beyond the fighting had his paths not come across that of a little girl years before. One who would change Khazna forever…
It seemed the man was also rather sluggish and most interesting of all seemed to be lacking any significant degree of energy at the moment. His vest seemed to be of a similar design to Tablurath’s own body armor. His opponent at this point had stopped moving altogether. They seemed to be toying with some small object in their left hand as their right arm pulled short. The muscles in that hand clenching and then retracting. All preparing for an action he had seen countless times before.
Tablurath seemed to pay no heed to the weapon being drawn as he slowed his breathing. His telescopic sight allowing him to make out the most minute of details even from this distance. He counted already one focal point of energy among countless threads. All interlacing through this otherwise unbroken featureless desert. Save the odd statue or stone formation. The thumb of his left hand flicked under the guard of Serenity -there was no time for Mercy- Freeing it slightly from its sheath as he continued to walk forward. Lighter though he may be, he saw no reason to expand energy early on sprinting the distance between them.
Flash-point would prove tiring in these conditions even for him.
Given some time before he was within range of his opponent Tablurath hummed a tune he had heard one of his men playing some years ago. He had not understood a word, and the music had been too fast for his translator. Still he found the song was infuriatingly catchy. The hell did Gangnam style even mean? He had no idea. He shook himself from his reverie when his opponent came within the neutral spectrum range of sight. Well he looked like hell. Perhaps this tournament had already began to take its toll. Understandable all things considered. Years of psychotherapy and grueling mental training had given the Cardinal a formidable will coupled with a strong spirit. The truth was he had been practically created for conflict.
War. Blood. Battle.
These things were all familiar bedmates to the Cardinal. Though he did not doubt this wanderer had seen his fair share of violence. Khazna doubted it had been anywhere near the scale he himself had laid witness to time and again. He doubted his heart would have known anything beyond the fighting had his paths not come across that of a little girl years before. One who would change Khazna forever…
It seemed the man was also rather sluggish and most interesting of all seemed to be lacking any significant degree of energy at the moment. His vest seemed to be of a similar design to Tablurath’s own body armor. His opponent at this point had stopped moving altogether. They seemed to be toying with some small object in their left hand as their right arm pulled short. The muscles in that hand clenching and then retracting. All preparing for an action he had seen countless times before.
Tablurath seemed to pay no heed to the weapon being drawn as he slowed his breathing. His telescopic sight allowing him to make out the most minute of details even from this distance. He counted already one focal point of energy among countless threads. All interlacing through this otherwise unbroken featureless desert. Save the odd statue or stone formation. The thumb of his left hand flicked under the guard of Serenity -there was no time for Mercy- Freeing it slightly from its sheath as he continued to walk forward. Lighter though he may be, he saw no reason to expand energy early on sprinting the distance between them.
Flash-point would prove tiring in these conditions even for him.
A lack of CQC in general really.
I don't mind either way. I just hope the change is cinematic.
I think that Melon's complaints are due to him forgetting that you don't even need to have the upper hand in battle in order to score well and win the tournament itself. If Tablurath remains dominant throughout the battle only by virtue of his powers being a hard counter to Metz's, then i think Skallagrim will have enough insight to notice that and adjust for it when he grades you.
Just do your best to kick Khan's ass; the rest doesn't make a bit of difference. :P
Exactly!
That's how I won my last match. :K
Also Melon will complain regardless.
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