Fight, anyone?
*Zivver flies into the arena, and lands near one end, beating his wings and sending dust flying*
Who's up for a fight with Zivver, the small bat with lightning speed. Come on, anybeast! I'm 'unarmed'! Pleeeeaaaase? Just for fun, maybe? I'll go easy on newbeasts who just want experience, promise!
Here, to make it fair**Hands Zivver bow and arrow and draws his spear**Merry Christmas, borrow it. **Piketail does a upward spiral twist to the left**.
Let's start, then!
Bow and arrows, arrows?
*The bat frowns*
Who needs a bow, bow?
*The bat gently places Piketail's bow on the ground, but takes an arrown in each claw. He then jumps into the air, flaps his wings and is carried backwards, dodging the hare's attack, if barely*
My turn, turn!
*Zivver flies up high into the sky*
Fine by me
Okay then, then, stiff eared, aquwared legged hare, hare. None taken, taken. But my mother could scoff more than you, than you! I jest, of course, of course... Your mother makes the nicest root-soup, root-soup...
*The bat twirls back down to earth, arrows outstreached, but he swirves and misses Piketail completely. Then, just as he passes, he extends one wing (Which would knock Piketail over, if he wasn't a hare...) and then quickly gets out of the way*
My turn!
**I pick up my bow Zivver has put down and knock my long pike handle to the string, drawing it back to my nose. It hangs several feet over the end, but that dosn't stop me from loosing it at the diving bat** I bally bet you a blinkin' blueberry to my cloak that you didn't see that coming, wot!
*Ouch*
No, no... But that's why I'm good at dodging.
*Zivver quickly tucks his wings in to drop past the fling pike. Unforetunatly, it nicks his wing.* Hey! Be a bit more careful there, careful there! It's hard to live, to live, when you've been skewered you know, you know. *The bat regains his balance, and gets in front of the pike so that Piketail doesn't shoot it at him again*
Alright.
It dosn't actualy skewer you, read the top of the training ground fourm. It is a blunt repleca of my pike. Though I am sure you knew that, you probaly wrote the thing... Anyway, I take my blunt pike thing and strike it on my flint, causing a fire. BW HA HA HA HA! I set alight my metal capped oak staff and smack Zivver with the flaming end. *Sorry* Then I quickly throw the flaggon of cordial on him that he bought me in the tavern. You see, somtimes it pays to be nice. Buy someone a drink, it could save your life.
Re: Fight, anyone?
Out of Character- I have to learn how to be more clear, and how to spell. And a lot of other things. Reading this entire thread stops making sense when you get to the last three posts... Well, even if it makes little sense in sequence (Zivver gets in front of the pike so Piketail can't shoot it at him again - I take my blunt pike thing and.... when the pike is out of reach) but hey, what happens happens.
IC- *Zivver shakes his burnt fur dry* Thank you, thank you. For not trying to put it out with alchohol, with alchohol... That would not have helped much, helped much. Back to the fight, then!
*The bat kicks Piketail's weapon out of his hand*
Bager wants to fight
"I want to fight to"the BIG bagder says
he then jumps in and throws the hare and bat against the roof. Sorry about that says the drunk badger and he gets out of the ring and drinks some more ale
* dark wolf enters through the shadows, stepping into the light* *he nods, removing his dark hood*
Goodevening, I am Deatheye of the Rebel Outcast Alliance. It seems we actually have some visitors. Thank you all for coming and have fun. Continure the spar, I'll just watch from the sideline.
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