- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Quite open to most general genres, like fantasy (usually more urban fantasy), science fiction, slice of life, etc.
With almost robotic reactions, Terra of the Left managed to deflect a few bullets with his sword, though evaded the rest of the shots, a small crack visible on his otherwise rusty blade. He would leap back when Frank would make his move, managing to block the knife attack with his blade, only for his sword to shatter in half! Antiques were priceless, but they were also sturdy, it seemed.
Stepping back, the man would fumble quickly for his bag, getting another handful of flour. "Damn you! I have the power of the Lord on my side! You'll not best me!" He yelled, throwing the handful at Frank. However, fortunately for Frank, in Terra of the Left's panic, it looked like he forgot to apply his spell to the flour, so each flake harmlessly applied itself onto Frank.
Stepping back, the man would fumble quickly for his bag, getting another handful of flour. "Damn you! I have the power of the Lord on my side! You'll not best me!" He yelled, throwing the handful at Frank. However, fortunately for Frank, in Terra of the Left's panic, it looked like he forgot to apply his spell to the flour, so each flake harmlessly applied itself onto Frank.