-She screams out, dropping back onto her elbow-
Ramona! Inside, now!!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She realises that she's grinning, dropping back to a neutral expression-
Keep punching.
... Yeah, I could beat a ninja. Yeah! Yeah, I could kick a ninja's ass!
-He's grinning-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?ah... sure! I mean, it wasn't anything too impressive, me and my mom run a small hobby farm, we never really meant to get pigs in the first place, but a neighbor of ours was gonna have to sell hers so we took them in, ever since then, we've been kinda addicted.
-she smiles-
They're not very big pigs, not gonna win a blue ribbon or anything, but they're happy little folks. When I was a tween I'd jump into the mud with them with my old farm work clothes on and push them around. They got a kick out of it, kinda like puppies, you know?
They'd push me, I'd push them, and we'd roll in the mud together.
edited 26th Jan '17 8:02:21 PM by Lunarcat
All our wishes can come true-She gets up to her feet, not bothering to remove the arrow-
-Turning into a black mist and appearing at Ramona's side, slashing at the birds with both blades-
-She holds it firmly, none of his punches budging her-
... Hell yeah, sure! I mean, I won't be too rough or anything.
edited 26th Jan '17 8:09:53 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Main Room
Interestin' story. You've formed a bond with those pigs, huh? (pause) So, there was a planet called Kinniku. One time, a pig managed to swindle the king of the planet.
In reality, the king was dumb enough to mix up the prince of the kingdom with a pig. The pig learned every skill offered by the planet. By the time the pig was old enough, he beat the king in a wrestling match.
The real prince made a comeback, but seein' as he still was a rookie, he lost to the pig. I think he trained hard enough to become the king in a later tournament. We both helped him.
(Warsman and Terryman both flash victory signs)
(Warsman looks over at Tallis and waves at her.)
edited 26th Jan '17 8:11:20 PM by josh6243
Ramona, huddle down. Keep low, stay low, I'll keep their attention...
-Slashing intensifies-
Come on you little feathered fucks, get your carrion on, free corpse buffet!
... Right! So uh... want to.. start?
edited 26th Jan '17 8:12:35 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Wow uh... that's one heck of a pig! Mine uh... were slightly less active than that... they did escape the farm a few times but, they never really went further than the corn fields.
-there's a midwestern twang to her voice-
So, where are you two from? I'm from Wisconsin...uh... that's on planet Earth.
All our wishes can come trueI- well- I'm not sure about right now- but maybe tomorrow? I need to get some proper like- protective gear probably. And good clothing for this sort of thing. I can't exactly be taught high kicks whilst wearing a skirt, now can I?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell, I mean... No! No, of course you couldn't.
AUGH! Fucking cunt!
-She is dazzled, given her inability to blink, stumbling a bit as she tries to get that lingering afterimage out of her vision-
edited 26th Jan '17 8:22:40 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Main Room
The pig wrestles, huh?
(Warsman and Terryman laugh.)
(scratches his chin) Come of think of it, it reminds me of a time when a friend of mine was less skilled. Would you like us to tell you that tale?