“Let’s do this!” He uncurled his wings, charging her.
She slammed her glaive into the ground and launched 10 feet into the air and spun around and slashed at him in mid air
He quickly shot a blast of lightning at her blade.
((Morning btw))
((Morn))
((Morn’n))
((Welcome back))
((also, calvin has a bit of a scottish accent))
((Huh, I guessed that. Huh.))
((Cool.))
"Teleporting lass, aren'cha?"
((AND NOW ITS MUCH MORE OBVIOUS))
((*Scott intensifies*))
Shunyi: “Yep!”
He grabbed the pot of soup and dumped it over the railing, where the soup inside landed on one of the fighters.
((Get soup’d)) Shunyi: “Wait, there are- Too late I guess.”
"Too late for what?"
Shunyi: “Not throwing out the soup. There are people down there, plus I’m missing some things from my pockets.”
He shrugged. "Eh, only the broth fell all the way down. We have a mesh underneath in case we have to re-use something."
Shunyi: She suddenly remembered she was drenched in soup. “Hey, are there any showers on this ship?”
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