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May 28, 2017 23:37:33 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 28, 2017 23:37:33 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | Mustang's mind had been very focused on leaving a first impression. His mind had drifted away from actually making any sort of strategy. The defender had soon realized he had misspoken. "Healing! I mean't healing..." He exclaimed as he meekly lowered his head. It was silly to have misspoken in just a few moment's of meeting his guildmates. As the three of them continued to advance into the dungeon, ice began to crawl across the walls. A breeze rolled through the hallway they walked, causing Mustang to instinctively grab his arms. "I guess I mean't feeling also, sheesh." He spoke up as he was disappointed that his armor only warmed him so much. Mustang could only hope that maybe the next dungeon floor was a tropical floor. He kept this dream to himself. June Draum ez mode 6/10 |
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May 29, 2017 20:13:44 GMT -5
Post by June on May 29, 2017 20:13:44 GMT -5
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","kikan"]  June tugged the crimson cloak tightly around her body, desperate for every bit of warmth she could get her hands on. "Eh. Enough to manage if you or Draum don't rush around" she said between chattering teeth. Each step she took forward brought her closer to the source of the cold. Once faint the cold was now bitter. It licked at the utility player's face and crept underneath her clothing, spreading across her skin. June wrapped the cloak around her tighter. Light began to widen as the party drew near the end of the tunnel, inviting them to partake in the terrors of the first floor. "'Bout damn time." Each exhale June took was clearly outlined by the cold, appearing as a white mist before her face. Taking another step she exited the tunnel and entered the artificial ecosystem. That single step was seemingly all it took for the floor's monsters to know they were there as the howling of wolves began in the distance. "Fantastic" she grumbled. The real obstacles the dungeon had were about to be thrown at the party. [newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px Roboto; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 17px Roboto; font-weight: 900; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(http://ultraimg.com/images/2017/05/14/0fvQ.png);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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May 30, 2017 16:47:19 GMT -5
Post by Draum on May 30, 2017 16:47:19 GMT -5
[attr="class","saschaunshifted"] Looking back at the two as they talked, the brawler would begin to respond before he reached the open area of the dungeon.
Being the first in line, the brawler would be the first to actually arrive there and see everything around. Sighing, he would look back at the group.
"Okay, well, lets all form up together. So.. uh.. so we don't get separated! Yea, that's good."
The truth of the matter was, his skill was about to run out and he didn't want to feel that cold anymore than he had to. And June has a fuckin cool ass cape that that looks hella warm. And this other guy looks cuddly as shit. The brawler was pretty set in the aspect of warmness if they both grouped up with him.
And on the attack end, he wasn't even worried. June proved that she could handle herself by punching the gargoyles face into pixel mush. And this new guy was a defender so he wasn't really all too bothered by his damage output.
They had him anyways, the brawler could handle anything the dungeon threw their way.
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Jun 2, 2017 14:07:55 GMT -5
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May 30, 2017 23:29:47 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 30, 2017 23:29:47 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | There was a small sigh of relief as June answered his question after fixing his own hiccup. Healing was crucial, especially as the only defender he knew that he would be in for a rough one. So any back up that could provide a bit more comfort would be great. Yet somehow his bravado told him not to worry, it's just how he was. Mustang would be willing to take some risks if it meant protecting his guildmates, and if he could be so bold, his new friends. While initially the defender was the one trailing behind the other two, he quickly moved to the front. His eyes scanning the new frosting cold area. "Stay close to me, i'll try to draw in most of them to me. Draum you can flank if need be, but trust me...." There was cutting tension emitting from Mustang as he plucked his broadsword out, his eyes scanning for the source of the noise. The howling was in the distance, so it gave them sometime, but enough to even do what? They hardly had a grasp on each other's abilities that they could hardly come up with a proper tactic on the spot. Staying grouped up was something, but it wasn't much. "You'll appreciate, but we got this guys." He muttered as he held his stance at the front of the three. His breath clouding in front of him, but it was more then that. As the claymore prepared for the assault, it was like steaming was slowly pouring off him. But it didn't seem like proper steam, it seemed more akin to drifting smoke. Whatever the cause of the mysterious effect, the defender was ready to do his duty. June Draumez mode 7/10 |
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May 31, 2017 15:43:51 GMT -5
Post by June on May 31, 2017 15:43:51 GMT -5
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","kikan"] June stuck with the party, covering the rear of the group. On her toes ever since entering the dungeon the support was never doing nothing. Head turning from side to side she carefully watched the surrounding area. The occasional falling of ice and snow in the distance sent June's head snapping in the direction of the sound it would make. She knew the wolves were following the party, even if she couldn't see them. The wolves were the predators while the party was the prey. "You better not do anything stupid now" she said, the statement directed at the brawler. June trusted that Mustang was smart enough not to do something stupid without needing to be told. Coming into view the wolves began to encroach on the party, approaching from all sides. Growling they bore their fangs. "Whenever you're ready Mr. Tank Sir." June couldn't remember the defender's name, and with her eyes glued on the trash mobs she didn't dare check. As they would get closer she would push her cloak away, revealing her fists as she got into a battle stance. [newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px Roboto; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 17px Roboto; font-weight: 900; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(http://ultraimg.com/images/2017/05/14/0fvQ.png);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Jun 1, 2017 22:31:15 GMT -5
Post by Draum on Jun 1, 2017 22:31:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","saschaunshifted"] Looking back at the other two as they started to get serious, he would gain a confused look about him. It seemed like they took this more serious than the brawler had.
Considering that these were just wolves and not something big like , I dunno, maybe a giant golem, or a yeti, or, maybe the floor boss. Well, whatever, them getting serious wasn't gonna phase him, he had his own strength at his side.
Hearing but not looking back at June as she told him not to be stupid, he would shrug a bit. He didn't really plan on doing anything stupid in this situation, he just planned on doing his own thing. But, it seemed like they wanted to do this as a team so he would fall back as his skill went on cooldown.
"Okay new guy, you lead the way and I'll... support you."
The words felt like salt staining his tongue. And not like a good amount of salt, like salt on french fries you specifically asked to be lightly salted but when you get them there is a 5 to 1 salt to fry ratio. He really didn't like the idea of being support in any situation.
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Jun 6, 2017 0:19:04 GMT -5
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Jun 2, 2017 14:54:11 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 2, 2017 14:54:11 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | Entering deeper into the snowy white area, Mustang's footfalls digging into the snow as he lead. The cold breath sputtering out of him as he heard the continuing close of the wolves. Or was it wolves at this point? They were more so in the distance, so perhaps he and June were more jumpy as their brawler suggested. It was hard to pinpoint where they were going to come from. His eyes darted around as he looked for some sort of shallow opening, something to predict the movement. While he originally heard them coming from the north of the chamber, Mustang shifted to the east, catching the movement of fur. "Here we go!" The claymore exclaimed as he stomped forward through icy cold landscape to meet the wolves head on. His sword lowered as he caught sight of the pack, at least four or five wolves growled and began to charge at the group. Mustang activating his taunt as he was prepared for the sudden assault. June Draum ez mode 8/10 |
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Jun 4, 2017 13:37:11 GMT -5
Post by June on Jun 4, 2017 13:37:11 GMT -5
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","kikan"] June felt as if Draum wasn't too thrilled about how they were taking on the dungeon. But it was better than rushing in blindly. In her gaming experience all it took was a single stupid person in a low level dungeon to make their party wipe. Pull one or two groups of trash mobs too many and you'd be forced to start over. But here that wasn't an option. You either lived to tell the tale or you didn't. As the defender would begin their charge into battle the utility player would cast airflow on them, a thin layer of wind surrounding their body. The closest wolf was the unluckiest of the pack as a gust of wind would be fired as an result of airflow. Chunks of snow and ice caught in the gust of wind slammed into the wolf, causing it to whine as it was thrown back into a pile of snow. Running in to join the battle June would cast eye of the hurricane just as her fist would collide with the snout of one of the wolves. Wind would begin to pick up around the female, blowing loose snow around the ground as the trash mobs' autos were negated. [newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px Roboto; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 17px Roboto; font-weight: 900; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(http://ultraimg.com/images/2017/05/14/0fvQ.png);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Jun 5, 2017 15:39:19 GMT -5
Post by Draum on Jun 5, 2017 15:39:19 GMT -5
[attr="class","saschaunshifted"] Staring at the other man as he drew aggro to himself, the brawler would suck his teeth. He was a defender, yea, but taking unneeded damage just to spare your friends was a stupid thing in his eyes. But, he had to give him props for doing something for the sake of them.
Turing his his attention to movement in the snow, he would activate Close the Gap, rushing in and targeting the wolves going for the claymore, knocking two back with basic attacks and finishing off one with an end to his Combo Control.
"Lets try and keep the damage taken to the minimum, alright big guy? We've got more to handle than just these small fry." Turning on his heel as he dug a foot firmly into the snow, the brawler would continue, "Just stay on your toes and watch your back."
Pushing off his heel he would rush forward and continue to stack his combo, holding them off while avoiding their attacks in the process.
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Jun 6, 2017 22:20:18 GMT -5
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Jun 6, 2017 0:57:08 GMT -5
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Post by mustang on Jun 6, 2017 0:57:08 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | The charcoal haired male was ready for a fight, and perhaps a bit more overzealous then his guildmates. It was fair, as Mustang was confident in their abilities. Who would dare end up rushing in a causing massive chaos in a dungeon over simple mobs? Probably someone by the name of Leroy, but that was not the focus. They wouldn't fail this easily as he continued to barrel into the wolves. His own body buffering the initial attack thanks to June's help, he swung his sword through one of the weaker looking wolves. All three of them wouldn't need to worry too much as they could all benefit from Mustang's I'll Be Your Shield passive. One top of that, he was striking at whatever was closest to him, his feet now locked in place. Landing another basic attack, and building up his own defense thanks to the Guts and Glory. The fight wouldn't be long and even if he did take a few scraps it wouldn't be as bad as they might have feared. June Draum ez mode 9/10 almost thereee |
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Post by June on Jun 6, 2017 19:14:41 GMT -5
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","game"] Ur going to take my shitpost and like it mustang Draum 9/10 [attr="class","kikan"] The fur tickled June's fists as they collided with the wolves. With each hit pixels woulds go flying into the air, along with balls of snow that had clung to their fur. Not to mention the stress that the utility player had built up during her time in the game. Fighting was a good stress reliever as she found. It got June's blood pumping and her heart racing. Nothing else in this world was able to match the feelings she felt as she clobbered the wolves the party were fighting. Adding in the occasional kick to her basic rotation the sound of dogs whining rang clear across the landscape. "Leave some for the rest of us" June called out as the bodies of numerous wolves burst into pixels around Draum. Maybe the only thing she'd have to worry about after all was whether or not there would be something left for her to fight in this whole dungeon. At the rate the brawler was going if he got ahead of the other two that was definitely going to be come a very real possibility. As June would kick the wolf before her square in the jaw it would burst into a flurry of pixels. Carried off by the artificial wind they would become mixed with the snowflakes that were falling in the dungeon. [newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px Roboto; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 17px Roboto; font-weight: 900; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(http://ultraimg.com/images/2017/05/14/0fvQ.png);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Draum on Jun 6, 2017 21:59:51 GMT -5
[attr="class","saschaunshifted"] Falling back, the brawler would roll his neck and he looked over his gauntlets for any bits of pixels that happened to be caught in them. To his surprise, there didn't seem to be any.
Smiling as he held his hand out and looked over his shiny gauntlets he would remember that they were in the heat of battle. But.... it seemed like the two of them had this handle.
With a nod, he would put both hands on his hips as he overlooked the two fighting off the wolves with a slight smile.
It seemed that June was having a really good time, beating the stuff out of these fodder wolves and all. And their defender was doing his best to fend off the wolves as well as defend against their attacks as well.
Smirking a bit more, the brawler would turn his attention behind him as he heard something trodding through the snow off in the distance. Quickly turning as his feet shifted through the snow, the brawler would peer around, guard up as he looked for the sound,
He continued to look but to his surprise, nothing seemed to pop up. Dropping his guard, he would turn his attention back to the other two, making sure to look back every so often in case the sound decided to finally show itself. | [attr="class","fish"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 224
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Jun 7, 2017 17:37:46 GMT -5
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Jun 6, 2017 22:43:31 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 6, 2017 22:43:31 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | While he was just a mere defender, the swordsmanship skill that would need to be taken was meticulously as he fought. Timing his sword swings just at the right point of impact so not only was he blocking the wolves, but that they would land against the edge of his blade. Dealing with the damage in stride when his guard was not enough, his hands starting to sweat from the amount of effort he put into it. Even with the sweat beginning to start, Mustang would smirk in confidence to June as the two began to finish off the wolves. One by one till there was only two remaining. Being the kind of gentleman he was, the charcoal haired male brought his sword down on one of the necks of them. Dispersing it into a pixelated pile of dust, leaving the last one to the lady to finish as she pleased. "Not too bad now was it?" He asked in accordance to their small victory. His eyes turning to meet Draum, taking a defensive gaze towards what was coming. The flat of his sword rested on his shoulder as met with the Brawler. "You ready to get round two started man?" Mustang asked with a daring excitement on his face. June Draum ez mode 10/10 GekQdJAi |
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Jun 7, 2017 16:22:56 GMT -5
Post by June on Jun 7, 2017 16:22:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","kikan"] As its comrades fell left and right the wolf fought alongside each and everyone till it was the last one remaining. Baring its face at the intruders it kept up the look of a predator that didn't know when to give up. It lived alongside those that had been slain, and would die alongside them. Lunging through the cold air the wolf made a last ditch effort to get revenge for its friends, its family that had been slain. June felt its hot breath against her cheek the moment before she grabbed the beast by the neck and slammed it against the cold hard ground. Bursting into a shower of pixels the wolf met the same fate as the others that had died, just the way it had wanted. "Gotta say, I was expecting something more challenging." Stretching June looked at her guildmates just as something dawned on her. "Either of you happen to know where the boss is located in here?" Somehow that important fact had slipped her mind until now. If they couldn't find the boss that meant that they were going to be stuck in the dungeon for a very, very long time. [newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px Roboto; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 17px Roboto; font-weight: 900; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(http://ultraimg.com/images/2017/05/14/0fvQ.png);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans] CFn7SGtn
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Jun 7, 2017 17:01:40 GMT -5
Post by Draum on Jun 7, 2017 17:01:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","saschaunshifted"] Standing idly as he watched the two make quick work of the wolves, admiring how percise and accurate the defenders movements were, and how violent but calculated the utility's attacks landed, as well as both parties use of skills, he couldn't help but be impressed by how they fought.
Of course, he had stressed over and over again how well June fought from seemed her in action multiple times by now, he had no doubt that she would have things handled. But it came to a sort of shock how well the defender attacked as well as handled his weapon with such ease, as if it was second nature. Well, it was such a harder thing to do than just punch stuff, that's for sure, and he had to give major props to him.
But before he could speak the attention would be turned on him as the man he was previously admiring asked if he himself was ready. Shaking his head, he would clear his throat a bit.
"Yea, let's get to this then."
In the heat of the moment, he would remember that there was no real heat in this cold ass dungeon, so, reverting back to the previously shivering state he was in, the brawler would tense up his metaverse muscles in an attempt to heat himself up.
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