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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:44 pm
Phyrex Firestorm all the water in the world wont keep you from burning. *shifts into magma, and merges with the field* the question is, will you defeat me before you feel the heat of our battle? *grabs mys's feet, submerges in magma* We will fight in MY world. Myscio does not look worried in the least but he does change into the appropiate battle gear. (I always wanted a reason to use 6 Mythril Armors...)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:52 pm
*smiles* my a** is grass, but Ima fight hard. First move is yours.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:54 pm
Phyrex Firestorm *smiles* my a** is grass, but Ima fight hard. First move is yours. Myscio laughs and dissapers in the overwhelming magma.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:02 pm
*voice from the magma* I am curious, mys. How does one fight an enemy that is fused with the field? Everywhere you go, I will feel you, and know where you are.*rises from magma, and solidifies it once free*
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:03 pm
Seeing things begin to wind down in the bar, Tabris reasons that he could probably afford to watch the match in progress. Stands up and walks toward the action. Sizing up each of the combatants so he can attempt to predict a winner. "Heh.....this should be good." Fighting always seemed to stir up something in his mind that made him act a little loopy, which was evident by the way he was now balancing from one foot to the other, like a child with nothing on his mind. His eyes never strayed far from the sparring though.
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kamahlfistofnintendo Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:07 pm
Phyrex Firestorm *voice from the magma* I am curious, mys. How does one fight an enemy that is fused with the field? Everywhere you go, I will feel you, and know where you are.*rises from magma, and solidifies it once free* Myscio laughs at this as he serches the extent of the battle ground. "With careful patience Vhi with careful patience." He reappears knowing how much of this is magma
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:22 pm
(sorry for the delay. Minor freeze with explorer) Patience is key, yes. *solidifies magma over mys's feet* logic is another.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:25 pm
".............. what going on................."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:26 pm
me and master are settling a small dispute, chi. not much to worry about. but can you call an ambulance for me? this will probly hurt me a lot.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:28 pm
Phyrex Firestorm (sorry for the delay. Minor freeze with explorer) Patience is key, yes. *solidifies magma over mys's feet* logic is another. Myscio cutes the magma off with a sharp hit form his Gblade. Not even bothering to bring out his shields yet. 'Why' was his thought 'I dont need my full strength yet.' then again he always thought that. Suddenly se started to drill upwards spinning just like a dril to get to the surface.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:34 pm
*chanting the language of hell, Vhitu causes the las 8 ribs in mys's chest to heat, and burst to flame* How is this even going to be possible to win......
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:35 pm
"oh.. okay.. chi will call ambulans" chi run towards the phone and called the ambulance
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:37 pm
*feels mys tunneling through magma* wings? you have wings? wtf?
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:49 pm
Phyrex Firestorm *chanting the language of hell, Vhitu causes the las 8 ribs in mys's chest to heat, and burst to flame* How is this even going to be possible to win...... Myscio uses a iinternal technique to use the water in his body to kool him off but not without sustaining some injury. His chest was heated so he decided to cut the restricion on his movement and ditch most of the armor. "Hmm now how to contian this situation.... Hmmmmm... I might have to bring out my shields after all.... hate to do that but I might." Myscio chanted a cantation form his clans spell language.... As to the effect who will know but him for now.
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