(Alright he will probably be on later he seems to be a Night owl )(Battles should last a max 3 days and if the opponent does not post in the alloted time they forefit)
*Wake up post 2/5*
Where am I? What just happened?
Because of the distance between them, Ghan was able to conjure an empty washer machine where the bullet went in and bounced around, making it explode.L: huh? *L turns around and cuts down 3 plant vines the other two grabbing him* arghh...! I'm sorry but *imaginesa buckets of oil and a flicker of flame around the vines burning them to the ground* I can't loose... *L pulls his pistol* bang! *L shoots Ghan in his arm*
*L continues walking toward Ghan slowly closing the distance*Because of the distance between them, Ghan was able to conjure an empty washer machine where the bullet went in and bounced around, making it explode.
Two huge razor saw blades sped towards L, slicing the ground they tred upon.
*Alex Is Cut a Few Times On his Chest Nothing fatal he then imagines A metal plated wall between them to give him some time to imagine almost A thousand Mini heat seeking Missiles*(srry im late)
*gil looks at his armour and sees that he has been ruined.. then he realizes that hold back is not a option. so gil gets up and conjures 2 EXcalibers then dashs at alex and begin slashing at him with both swords not holding back and give him no time to react*
Do you honestly think you can beat a BoC... i'l;l show the meaning of...Suffering
(Sorry Dmarz, But I'm calling that OP. A thousand missiles? )*Alex Is Cut a Few Times On his Chest Nothing fatal he then imagines A metal plated wall between them to give him some time to imagine almost A thousand Mini heat seeking Missiles*
Alex: Haha and u do not realize im up to par With A BoC
*The Missles Take off in every direction*
Alex:I call this Hell Storm
(How there the size of Bottle rockets Thats why there mini )(Sorry Dmarz, But I'm calling that OP. A thousand missiles? )
L: You're trying to avoid the inevitable, like a rat in a cage.... *L quickly rushes to Ghans position and raises him up* if you don't stop this we'll both be harmed, possibly even killed.Ghan: Lost? Are you retarded?
His opponent walked closer and closer, being too overconfident.Once he made his way up the ramp, Ghan would definitely have his ass slaughtered. But, he wouldn't let him get that chance. Lifting his right hand in the air, knives and forks rained from the skies. He also imagined a small current of electricity attached to the silverware