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(( Okay, then... this calls for drastic measures. 3nodding ))




The boy pulled his feet back under him, finally, though nearly lost his footing again as he took a stumbling step back in surprise from the communal roar that was let loose by the other five lizardmen, all at once...

With a cool disposition and a steady hand gripping the quarterstaff, he looked first to the left, then to the right, and then-

"SHABZOT! eek gonk "

-ran like a sissy.






He first started backpedaling for a few steps, but stopped this soon enough, seeing as it wasn't the fastest way to travel when fleeing a bad situation. Instead, he threw his weight around, twisting his whole body and throwing the quarterstaff like a javelin towards the nearest of the creatures; aiming for the lizard-like snout, seeing as it was one of the only areas of exposed flesh on their armored bodies. Without even pausing to see if it connected, however, he turned about on his heels and ran like the wind; not a strategic run, or a tactical jog, or even a battle-ready charge... it was a flat-out coward-run.

However, he was only about sixty feet away from where he had dropped his bag, earlier....

The boy had made a b-line straight for his bag of tricks, so to speak... true, a sack full of wooden weapons wouldn't really help him any more than the quarterstaff had, but mixed among the various things sticking out of the bag were a few that were 'real', so to speak.

The boy didn't really like those ones, but drastic times called for drastic measures, and a mob of bloodthirsty beastmen tended to qualify under 'drastic times'. So... he went with the 'drastic measures'...

The boy started turning even before he reached the bag; dropping down to a crouch on the balls of his feet as he skidded past the bag, pulling out two of the 'sticks' poking out of the top of it and pulling them free, even as he skidded another foot or so, now facing the charging beastmen.

The boy held in each hand a shortsword, still in its sheath, but held as if he intended to use them right away. At the ends of the hilts of these, there was a small iron loop, and to this was connected a four foot length of chain which tied the two weapons together.

Was it? Could it be? Was it really possible? Yes, it was... the ultimate weapon...

"Swordchucks, yo."







(( And now I have an art project to get to. xp ))

The creature did what it's first reaction was. It used it's shield. True, it was knocked over by the sheer weight of the blade, but it would not allow a Cloud-wanna-be to defeat him so easily. As soon as he fell to the side, he rolled and pushed the large sword towards the ground. He then responded with a swift turn, attempting to smash his tail into the man's eyes. The tail would soon be followed by a sword on the turn.

The boy, however, was proving a problem for the other lizard-men. They reached him, but seeing the alien weapon threw some of them off. The looked at each other for a second, as if saying "you first." None of them wanted to attack, as they had never before fought one who wielded such a thing.

The lizard that was half dead, from being smashed in the face by a staff, coughed a bit from drowning on his own blood, and died. It let out a strange groaning sound as this happened.

The Gold Dragon remained over all, watching and waiting. It needed only five more souls to satiate it's hunger, then it could animate itself in this place.

((Just joshing with you... Though I'd say Cloud.))

The lizard spins and, while the sword was going to be used for offense, blocks the sword. The sheer weight once again sends him to the side. He skids a bit, pushing the sword to the ground again. Then he jumps out of range of the weapon and grins a reptilian-toothed smile. He readies himself for the attack, and gets his footing right. He raises a claw, beckoning the swordsman, and honks a message. Roughly translated, the message means:

"Bring it."

<_< ... >_> ... ^_^

"HA! scream " the boy shouted loudly to see if he could scare the beastmen a bit more than they already seemed to be... he still hadn't quite gotten to this 'least of them' that the shineyness had been talking about, and in the confusion he had forgotten which one it was. Just his luck, eh?

So he took a shuffling step towards the group, brandishing two weapons, still in their sheaths, with a chain tied between them for some ungodly reason. But, hey, if they were lucky, he might just hurt himself a lot worse than he hurt them. Swordchucks were widely praised as the most dangerous weapon of the sword-variety, after all... except that this danger was mostly directed at the weilder.

As swords don't move as fast as knives or arrows, and the thing having to be a good distance from Nukes to start a sprint and effectively chuck a weapon, Nukes is easily able to step right and let the sword slice past him. At the same time, Nukes lifts his own weapon to point directly at his opponent, nearly locking his arms to have the tip over four five from himself, about three feet for his arms and a bit over two for the blade itself. Though he cannot sustain this for more than a minuit, the lizard's most likely inability to stop would cause him to plant himself squarly on the weapon.

((I thought I had a smarter lizard, but.))

The boy slashed at the creature with the left sword- ...however, they were too far apart for it to truly be an attack, weren't they?

The answer to that question came quickly enough when the sheath of the weapon flew off, at the creature's chest. Immediately after, the boy flicked his wrists, letting go of each of the weapons and, instead, switching his grip to hold them upside-down in his hands; then he charged as well.

(( Man... I put too much verbage into something that could have been done in three sentences. ...wait... *looks* Damn, it IS three sentences. xp ))

Takachiro smiled .. they had been fighting this long with out realizing that he was there. As the Lizardman began to land Takachiro quickly grabbed his pistol from it's holster. He rosed it at the lizardman with his index finger on the trigger. He grinned widely and pulled it.

"Forgot about me."

He quickly placed his gun back in it's holster and grabbed his self-customed blade from his side. He gripped the rim of the ring with his right hand. He bent forward and moved his left leg back. Using it as a boost he pushed off running towards the Lizardmen. The light gleamed on his blade. At the lizardmen's side he rose slashing diagonal at his opponent's face. He bent his back slightly backwards to keep his distance.

"You're mine.."

(Oh yea the picture of the god is on the rim of the ring.)