- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Always
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High Fantasy.
*Crash*
Was all the one sound that rang out above all of the others as the Captain was flung into a coat rack near the far wall. She landed flat on her ass. Looking up, she easily determined her assailant and proceeded to lock eyes with him. Had she not been distracted by the sudden appearance of an over sized rock, she would have never fallen to such a foolish maneuver, but nevertheless here she was, and she was furious. The small girl raised herself from the ground slowly, keeping eye contact with the derelict hooligan that had committed this atrocity the entire time.
She quickened his perception of time, causing her to seem akin to a cross bow bolt as she dashed across the room at his face. She launched herself forward, putting her entire weight behind her fist as it came in contact with his skull. In that same instant she was able to increase his pain reception by thirty percent, sending him flying across the room. However, she had over estimated her own momentum in her rage, and found herself tumbling after him as well. Myrrh flew head first into a needlessly large pot hanging on one of the walls. Her weight caused it to fall to the floor.
After a few moments of struggle, she managed to get to her feet. She cursed as it had seemed that this debacle had only succeeded in making her headache worst and her patience thinner. "By Daea's scorn!" She announced, Taking a step up on one of the dining tables as she did so. "Have we all sufficiently gotten the idiocy out of our system's? Because I know by bloody rights I have!" She glanced around the room; noticing that a few had stopped fighting and had commenced with looking dumbly at the strange rock formation that had appeared in the middle of the room; most were simply continued on with their brawls, side stepping the strange behemoth; and none were listening to her.
Myrrh then retrieved the pot she had recently shared an intimate moment with and hurled it at the Iroan. My apologize She thought to herself as the object flew in the creature's direction.
Was all the one sound that rang out above all of the others as the Captain was flung into a coat rack near the far wall. She landed flat on her ass. Looking up, she easily determined her assailant and proceeded to lock eyes with him. Had she not been distracted by the sudden appearance of an over sized rock, she would have never fallen to such a foolish maneuver, but nevertheless here she was, and she was furious. The small girl raised herself from the ground slowly, keeping eye contact with the derelict hooligan that had committed this atrocity the entire time.
She quickened his perception of time, causing her to seem akin to a cross bow bolt as she dashed across the room at his face. She launched herself forward, putting her entire weight behind her fist as it came in contact with his skull. In that same instant she was able to increase his pain reception by thirty percent, sending him flying across the room. However, she had over estimated her own momentum in her rage, and found herself tumbling after him as well. Myrrh flew head first into a needlessly large pot hanging on one of the walls. Her weight caused it to fall to the floor.
After a few moments of struggle, she managed to get to her feet. She cursed as it had seemed that this debacle had only succeeded in making her headache worst and her patience thinner. "By Daea's scorn!" She announced, Taking a step up on one of the dining tables as she did so. "Have we all sufficiently gotten the idiocy out of our system's? Because I know by bloody rights I have!" She glanced around the room; noticing that a few had stopped fighting and had commenced with looking dumbly at the strange rock formation that had appeared in the middle of the room; most were simply continued on with their brawls, side stepping the strange behemoth; and none were listening to her.
Myrrh then retrieved the pot she had recently shared an intimate moment with and hurled it at the Iroan. My apologize She thought to herself as the object flew in the creature's direction.