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[Beraxillia]

Name:Minas
Race: Tr'ilyani
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'4, eyes seem blank, maroon hair, pants, boots, hair some times bursts into flames
Personality: unlucky, warped mind
Weapons: none
Magic: shooting fire from my body, creating fire weapons, bending fire to my will
Signature Move: turns into lava then goes on a balistick rampage

[Albel]

X1
"Damn it, that hurt" I think to myself, clutching my chest as I gasp for air. I roll off the branch and land on my feet on the branch below "Hey! Archer! There no way I can do it again. So we need to take ot its ankles, so he will fall down closer to our level". I stagger forward shoot at the giants left ankle.

[Monkey4Soul]

Minas approved.

[Monkey4Soul]

KOS MOS
You stand, on guard and waiting. You hear a noise in the bush, and whirl around to see. You feel your foot catch against something and hear a tiny ‘twang!’ as a large log sweeps down and smacks you in the back of the head. You stumble forward and trip another wire, but successfully dodge this one. Staggering, vision blurry, you hear another rustling in the bush and turn –slowly- to see the blonde from before. His armor shines brilliantly, with a high polish. It completely screams new recruit. He looks you in the face, his eyes every bit as logical and intelligent as yours.

X

Your mark hits, but the giant shrugs it off. “That smack ought to ‘ave set ye strait, whelp! D’ya know yer place yet?!” the giant roared, stomping toward you, his good eye focused with rage. He swings his tree, but you avoid his blow, staggering out of the way. Four arrows whiz past your ear, into the giants chest. The giant winces, but continues forward. You still have enough focus to dodge, but not to coordinate an attack. “I’m running outta ideas, man!” the archer yells. Your vision gets blurrier and blurrier with each dodge, and you’re starting to feel those cracked ribs…

[Beraxillia]

I fly through the sky and ricochet off the giants head. the giant says "what just hit me?"
"me." I yell at the giant. "concidering how unlucky I am, hiting a giant in the head seems right. now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder when my hair will..." my hair suddenly goes up in flames. "there it is."

[Monkey4Soul]

OOC: Beraxillia, your post is too short. Before posting, read the rules please.

[eiko guy]

KOS MOS
"Your traps are amazingly useful but as a fighter we are on two different levels." I say pulling out my scythe. "Now I would duck if I were yuo" I say as I swing the scythe around and level the surrounding trees and bushes. "If it's a fight you want then you've come to the wrong place. This is going to be a slaughter."

[Monkey4Soul]

KOS MOS

“I assure you,” the blonde starts, “that I went through the same traps you did. You, though you speak of having more skill than I, seem to have fallen into more than I have.”
You only scoff at the blond’s parley, saying that it’s too late to say sorry. “Ah, how the mighty have fallen! Shouldn’t an instructor think herself better than this? How silly you look; drenched by dirty water and smelling of trash. And you stoop to battle with me, whom you see as naught more than a lowly grunt!”

Minas

The giant stumbles in surprise and looks at you, “GWAH!! Yer lil’ palsies are startin to get on me nerves, Whelp!” it yells, letting its mighty fist drop. It streams toward you like a meteor, getting bigger and bigger as it nears you. You scramble out of the way, looking around for something to get yourself out of this mess you’ve screwed yourself with. The giant’s fist slams into the ground, up to its wrist. There’s a kid leaning against a tree a couple of feet away. He’s holding his chest and breathing heavily.