I would like to join the lego warriors.
I would like to join the lego warriors.
The thread title lies. MY TITS AREN'T ANY BIGGER.
Shame on you, imbeciles. Spreading lies is rather abysmal of you.
Era Vulgaris
"My life's a chip in your pile. Ante up!" ~Setzer, FFVI
"Knights do it two-handed!" ~Drunkard, FFV
Whoa, Eagle...
i was annoyed at first but tge editings quite funny actualy but why only mine.?
Only makes you larger if you champion the FFVII Warriors! Noobette!Originally Posted by Rebellious Eagle
streme Wheelie
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Bitches and hos, the lot of you
Dak baby, your just jello we can sell it and you can't even give it away.
streme Wheelie
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RIGHT THAT'S IT I"VE HAD IT WITH YOU LOT.
Jiro breaks ranks and enters the Warriors' territory on his own. Clasping his weapon, he sprints past their sentries without them noticing. He is going to take them apart from the very top by killing the leader; Guardian XIII.
He finds his target quickly. Guardian XIII steps out onto the street and laughs.
"This is all the army you brought? Pathetic! No wonder they call you a Misfit, you haven't even got buddies!"
With that, he signals the other Warriors hiding on the roof tops around him. Laddy and KaiserDragon grin, wielding bats, chains and just for overkill, an smg each. TrollHunter stalks up behind, dragging his katana along the pavement.
"Tch, you're all a bunch of bitches," Jiro says. "You'll never be half the men the Misfits are!"
"Oh yeah?" Guardian XIII says. "Prove it then. Let's fight, you an' me, one on one. Warrior v pussy."
Guardian XIII tosses his gun to the side and produces a baseball bat and knuckle dusters.
"Throw him your sword Trolly boy."
TrollHunter tosses his katana at Jiro's feet and picks up the discarded gun.
"You're dead meat now, sucka," TrollHunter whispers as he retreats his distance.
"Let's dance then!" Jiro shouts as he sprints forward. He swings wildly, and Guardian XIII is easly able to dodge the attacks. He strikes once, at the shins, and Jiro hits the ground screaming.
"Not so cocky now, are you punk?" he says.
Jiro manages to spin, slicing at Guardian XIII's ankles. Guardian XIII jumps, and tries to land on the blade and pin it to the ground. Jiro anticipates this and rotates it, but Guardian XIII manages to dodge again.
"Trying to cut my feet? Sad, little man, sad."
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?! FIND OUT WHEN [GUARDIAN XIII] TAKES OVER.
The other Warriors formed a loose circle around the fighting pair as Jiro slowly made his way to his feet. His legs screamed in protest, bruises already flowering across their pink flesh, but he ignored the pain and set his teeth. This is it he thinks. If I don't take him out now, I'm dead.
Without warning, Guardian XIII lunged at him. Jiro barely had enough time to bring his weapon up to defend himself. The bat hit the flat of the blade and bounced away harmlessly.
Then a fiery pain danced across Jiro's eyes. It felt like his skull had been caved in. It seems, while he was busy watching the bat, Guardian XIII's other hand had snaked around his defenses, unseen, to crack him in the side of the head. Jiro gingerly felt the side of his head and his hand came a way red with blood. Brass knuckles... dammit! he thought.
Guardian XIII eyed the wobbling Misfit sternly. “Just a boy.” he spat. “The Misfits are nothing but a bunch of kids. Street punks playing hooky.
“Misfits will run this city one day!” Jiro shouted angrily.
“That may be, but you certainly won't be around to see that day if you keep running into fights out-manned and unarmed. Get out of here, kid, before you really get hurt.” He replied, turning his back on Jiro. The Misfit's dazed eyes lit up at this miraculous opportunity
This is it!
Raising the katana high above his head and screaming furiously, he lunged at the retreating Warrior. Guardian XIII turned and caught Jiro's eye just as they crashed together. Blood flashed across Jiro's vision, and he smiled triumphantly. Then fell to the ground dead, Guardian XIII's belt knife protruding from his chest.
The onlooking Warriors whooped and cheered at their leader's victory. TrollHunter jogged over to the fallen Misfit and sat on his chest, slapping the lifeless Jiro across the face and laughing. Then, without pause, Guardian XIII punched him in the face, sending him sprawling across pavement, and gently picked Jiro up and wept over his dead little brother.
Familicide?!
He lunged! I tried to defend, but it was too late.
Honourable Fight O Mighty Leader, the Warrior's Salute the Honourable Dead.
*Salutes*
Unfortunate. But it is the inevitable demise of all who oppose us (cue thunder)He lunged! I tried to defend, but it was too late.
This is true. He was doomed to die as soon as he took on the Misfit colors.
Ho ho ho
Last edited by Remon; 07-02-2011 at 07:22 PM.
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