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[quote name='Jake the Sage' timestamp='1314591625' post='5476578']
*sniffs*

I am so proud that I didn't have to come in here and put my foot down. Now you guys are going to settle things by trying to kill each other
(TT[sub]u[/sub]TT)

[color=#EE82EE]Wait . . . isn't that a BAD thing Dad?[/color]

Nah, not really <<
[/quote]I don't see an issue. Broken is arrogant, but he can understand things of someone's opinion in the least.

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Interesting choice, I've never used this Stanza before, so I am curious to see how it works out. But it was a good choice, 1 & 12 are much stronger Stanzas.


Broken stepped out onto the battle floor, toherwise known as the gymnasium. He was doing a few stretches to loosen himself up, as he was waiting for his opponent to arrive.

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'Not long' Broken answered in a sing-song way.

After arching his back well, back, Broken was adequately prepared for the fight. [i]'I wonder how this'll work out'[/i] he wondered before getting into position.

He then started spinning around quickly. 'Stanza Shift: Blarney!' he declared.

The spinning sped up quickly as Broken was covered by a evergreen light. The spinning quickened as Broken became shorter, not that youw ould notice witht he bright as hell light. Vision was obscured again by clovers floating around the place, beinjg very distracting. Oh those distracting clover leaves you. The spinning subsided, with Broken around 2 feet tall, and wearing a dark green tailcoat with a white vest underneath. He had green pants on, with long white socks and polished black shoes. He had an amber goatee and short amber hair hidden under a green tophat, which had a four leaf clover stuck under the band.

'Well it be laddie or lassie, that you will be getting a roight arse kicking' he said in an Irish tone.

Do I have to nail the point in any further btw?

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I think you nailed the point in perfectly, I understand the situation.

Daemon started walking to a location that was nearly 6-7 feet away from Broken, so that they could be a beginning area for the fight to begin. Daemon was a 5'6 feet tall black haired slightly skinny person who looked like he was weak in every form.

He took a basic position of his feet being 1 and a half feet apart with his wrist crossed in from of his face. He stood there, waiting to see what Broken would do.

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Broken stood still, eyeing the situation over carefully as his fingers flexed. The unusual breeze that blows during a standdown blew as well, his short goatee fluttered pathetically. He thenn took the intiative, drawing a large crossbow with an unusual cartridge underneath it. A rainbow was painted on the bow portion. 'Taste the rainbow mutha f**ker' he cried as the crossbow unleashed a machinegun fire of arrows.

He was running as he continued to fire as well, not even making sure if the hail of arrows were even hitting correctly, after all, as all convetions worked he had more catridges if needed.

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Daemon looked as the flaming arrow started to come towards him. Without hesitation, he ran backwards to get farther away from the area and then to a sharp turn to the left. While running, he flung his hand to his back and grabbed a dagger from the holster. He flicked his hand back towards Broken, releasing the dagger. He also darted towards Broken.

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Broken wasn't too frightened of the dagger, it wouldn't hit as he was still running parallel to Daemon in any case. However, his crossbow had already emptied it's cartidge, which was mildly annoying. Unable to reload whilst, running, he sadly had to stop. Granted, witht he enemy running towards him he couldn't adequately reload, but he could stall him at least. Returning the crossbow to his hammer space, he pulled out a longbow made of two rainbows, making it a Double Rainbow. He took a rainbow arrow and drew it into the bow, pulling it back and aiming for Daemon. He didn't fire, but instead waited.

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Still running, Daemon broke right away from Broken, turning his back and allowing a clear shot. And then put his hand on the wall to breathe. He looked over his shoulder, barely moving his head to get a glimpse of Broken and what action he could take. Daemon stayed in the same position, but also grabbing another dagger from his back. He awaited for Broken to make his move with the dagger still flying towards him.

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Just caught up on some of the posts back there. Seems like we've all had a hard time without any high-quality lasting RPs out there to keep us going. Now we're in some sort of withdrawal, where all we can do is resort to petty insults and arguments. And while this is the internet, there's a point at which it just gets ridiculous.

Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I want to be able to have an RP that we can all join and enjoy. So I guess the first thing to do would be to see if anyone's got an idea?

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Broken saw the dagger coming, and merely made a sort of skipping motion about five steps to the left, keeping the bow line taught and ready. [i]'I should probably bring the dagger throwing up after the match'[/i] he noted.

Sick of holding the arrow back any longer though, he released the shot straight for Daemon as he dashed towards the dagger that had sailed past him. The arrow meanwhile was leaving a pretty rainbow trail as it sailed through the air. The weird thing is, it didn't seem, well, sharp.

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Daemon noticed the arrow coming for him because of the rainbow streak following it. He stood in his position awaiting for it to come, but he moved only 3 inches away from the arrows direction and stuck out his hand as if he was going to grab it.
"Is that the only rainbow you got, I have a big appetite and want something that taste like skittles. Come on, grassy boy"

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Broken did hear Daemon's boast, but was still dashing for the second dagger; he did steal a back glance just to be sure. Seems Daemln was preparing to grab the arrow; well, he could grab that arrow for all Broken cared, it would make things significantly easier, especially since you don't have to be hit by the arrow for it to work, just contact. Touching the arrow would be the last mistake he made in this fight, considering it'll be all over once he does. 'Go ahead and grab it then ya soft Jessie' he taunted.

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Daemon stood in the same position as before, but he put his other hand on the wall and pushed against. He darted backwards trying to get Broken in him view just a little more for what he was going to do with his hand still in the direction to grab the arrow, but too far away from it by now. "Grassy boy, I don't want to step on you, so stay where you are" he snickered again.

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Broken snorted as he reached the second dagger. They looked more like swords in his minute hands, but he kept a firm grip on them. 'Stepping on me would be a bad move lassie, you wouldn't want to piss off a leprechaun would ya?' he drawled, before turning back for Daemon.

He dashed on his little legs back for his foe, he was ready, he was oging to do this. But, had he left his oven on, that was constantly nagging at him, but he was never sure if he had turned it off or not. Huh? What do you mean this has nothing to do with the post? It has EVERYTHING to do with the post, it's not like it's needless filler or something.

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