| (Ooc: Not bad, actualy. After all, it did take you w week or so to respond. But eh, It's not like I've been on VGF at all lately.)
Chucklehuck found the slightest impact by the strike. It was either by the hangover from his drunken stance, or maybe the internal Hell that was bound in himself by Sin Harvest, perhaps by Sephiroth Kirby's rude comment...but these were a plural of one foul act. Reguardless, ChuckleHuck blinked his eyes a couple of times and stood straight. By that note, he made some sort of funny...defensive walk tward his rival. It seems like a mix of a jog and a side-step. He neared Sephiroth Kirby, and jolted out his blade to his rival, like a bat to a baseball.
"You're not the only one with a sharp sword." ChuckleHuck sneered, "How about you go home right now and leave out some misery, and take that butter knife with you too." He said, mocking his sword. |