He watched him, expecting something considerably large to happen.
OOC: Lanihead7 all nobodies have X's in their names. And ya I'm on a break so we can start. And I'm the only boy in this RP..... BIC: Xarden sat in his chair, waiting for any nobody that wanted to join. He had his hood up and looked at the entrance, not sure if anyone would come.
OOC: I've got to finish my homework first...... That's why I'm constantly off-line....
OOC: accepted both of you!
OOC: accepted
OOC: you can do that.....
Chase ran at Jake, lunging his sword through him. Jake just stood there, stunned, while Chase screamed from the agony of fighting himself at the same time.
OOC: define Materia in the context.
Chris moved his sword, landed on the ground with a soft thud and slashing out at Bradley.
OOC: no thanks.
OOC: that was power-playing, man BIC: Chris recovered mid-air, falling down. Aiming his sword, he kept going downward toward at Bradley.
OOC: O.O am I supposed to listen to this?
OOC: definition of power-playing: an action against another OC. power playing: ' Dark attacked Light, impaling him.' o.k.: ' Dark attacked Light, trying to impale him.
OOC: that's hard.......
Chris didn't show any time of victory. He reached for his sword and slashed from above.
OOC: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what can I do to help you? I'm not god or anything.
Chris wrenched out of his grip, easily moving into a lower punch with his left hand.
OOC: no comment
" Well, did you think of the consequences?" He planted his left foot firmly and flung his fist at Bradley. " You're dealing with a First Class SOLDIER, man. Don't get over-confident."
Chris didn't even motion for his sword, charging at him.
