| (OoC: I suppose I should continue this battle, I have put if off too long.)
SephirothKirby was stunned. Slightly because of the strike, but mainly because of the sheer surprise of being struck with a potato.
"You really will use anything for a weapon."
He knew Sin Harvest's effects didn't last too long. So he had to strike quickly. The mist was getting ever thinner, so that he could make out the silhouette of a person.
He dashed toward it, and stretched out his blade. He swung it swiftly and powerfully, as that is the grace of the Masamune. Of course, it didn't do much harm. He did have sturdy bronze armor. But the Masamune is of legend, it is nothing to toy with, as such, it made a thin, yet noticeable scratch in his armor.
"Growing weary, are we?"
SephirothKirby taunted his opponent. He leapt back, and awaited his response to this.
(OoC: Meh, I haven't RolePlayed in a while, so don't expect this to be as good as my other writings. I need to get back into the spirit.) |