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EDIT: Ninja's, explainations later. /Paladin was caught off guard by the attack from the creature, but he quickly regained composure and shook...
/Paladin fell down to his knees, breathing heavily. He looked up at Tristana, his vision blurring. He then pressed down on two metal indents on...
/Paladin barely managed to dodge the acid orb, a bit of the residue catching his left eye. The pain caused him to falter, but only for a moment....
/Paladin watched the two, a slight scowl on his face knowing that his Lightning Cannon did very little to Tristana. He quickly shrugged it off and...
/Paladin watched as Tristana was occupied with the reptile on her. He took that opportunity to charge some kind of energy into his hand./...
Edit: Because ninja. /Noticing the creature was clawing away at Tristana, Paladin took this opportunity to reach inside his pouch, pulling out a...
What is your favorite word? Excelsior What is your least favorite word? Math What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Good Music...
/Paladin pushed himself off of the wall, blood dripping from his head and shoulder, despite the obvious injuries he still had a smile across his...
/Paladin smirks./ "Personally, I think he likes the nice spot on the ground he has there." /He then shifts his direction towars Tristana./...
In the words of some guy on the internet... TENOUTTATEN.
/Paladin turned towards Tristana, and simply smiled./ "Kill? I don't kill, not unless you bore the life outta me. I'm a man that likes a good...
/Paladin dodges the attack, and quickly counters. Stepping behind the reptilian creature, he locks his arms and lifts him up into the air, driving...
/The Paladin notices the reptilian creature, and disperses the ball of energy./ "You want to play? Alright, lets play. Bored of just standing...
Youtube.
Set them on fire. That'll teach 'em. What kind of haircut should I get?
/He doesn't reply immediately, he continues to examine the golden energy ball, it changes color several times./ "Ah, there you are, Miss...
/The young man opens his palm, a ball of pure golden energy forms in his hand then rushes towards the stranger, you prepare a battle stance but...
/A young man enters the arena, seemingly barely into his twenties. Sporting shoulder length light brown hair along side a sleeveless tight black...
(Sounds good.)
(I'm fine with it either way, its your call.)
