Post by TheRipz on Dec 27, 2007 2:24:22 GMT -5
The star incased in a circle on the back of Ryan’s neck began to darken he was releasing the first half of his seal, his body had begun to light aflame, parts of his clothing were catching on fire he pulled his hand across his chest and flames emerged hardening into a medium sized red sword, he gripped it and held it ahead of him. Matt pulled out a knife and cut down his right arm, from the wrist to his elbow his arm began to pulse and the wound healed over soon his entire body was pulsating, rather visibly he spun the knife around and threw it into his right hand closed his eyes than opened them the blade on the knife grew to over five times its size and he pulled another knife out into his other hand this one had a threat attached to it going up into his shirt sleeve.
Richard: “FUCKING START ALREADY!!”
Philip: “…look at Ryan’s cloths… I hate when my clothing digitigrades cuz I’m too awesome…”
Richard: “…”
Philip: “we gotta make like wrist bands to summon outfits… like the power rangers…”
Nick: “TRANISOUROUS!!”
Richard: “hmm… I wouldn’t mind a few holsters to hold my guns, I hate chuck’n them after there outta bullets, or I want to upgrade…”
Nick: “somewhere I can put my crayons so I can draw on the bad guys faces I LIKE TO DRAW HAPPY FACES ON THERE STOMACHS”
Philip: “…what have you been using to draw those so far?”
Nick: “…my swords…”
Both Richard and Philip smacked there faces in unison as Ryan shot a wave of flame across the ground towards Matt. Matt jumped sideways and threw the dagger at Ryan, he made three motions with his hands, the dagger split into two, than each of those split into two, than each of those, all with wires leading back to Matt, Ryan ducked down allowing all the daggers to fall back behind him, the flame escaping up from his body burned most of the wires, as he stood up straight his flame burnt threw the remaining wires, but now he had something even worst to deal with, the large blade Matt threw at him was coming fast, and Matt in the background clapped his hands together, gripped them than pulled them apart, out of his body formed another two, than another two, and finally another two, meaning seven Matts were now there, as well as seven oversized daggers. Ryan jumped backwards about three meters and all the blades collided with each other. One of the Matts yelled out “Fucking Bullshit”. Ryan pushed his hand on his chest, and lifted it off in a straight line, from inside his body a guitar was being pulled out by the neck, he grabbed onto where the neck meats the body of the guitar and pulled it out all the way, he now held a fire sword in his right hand, and a guitar in his left, he smashed them both together in front of his face and a new guitar was created, instead of pointed like the other one this had a curve at the bottom, with flame like spikes coming up towards the head. he held it where the neck met the head, and swung it around like a weapon. A large crash was heard from all around like the breaking of a door. Bolt of black lightning rained down around the arena burning a perfect circle around it. The lightning stopped for a second, Ryan looked at Matt and shrugged, Matt looked at Ryan and did the same, everyone else looked at Nick.
Nick: “…what I do?!”
Justin: “who else controls lightning?!”
Nick: “Santa?”
Justin: “…”
Nick: “HE’S MAGIC!!”
Mike: “least he’s not the stupidest one here…”
Mike looked over at Philip holding out a blade of grass in his hand towards Richard.
Philip: “LOOK WHAT I INVENTED… I’m going to call it Paul!”
A large bolt of lightning rained down and smashed into the arena shredding the entire thing to pieces, both Ryan and Matt jumped backwards off it and the copies of Matt disappeared in a puff of smoke. The grass in the area near the stage had been destroyed, evaporated, without any trace of it ever being there. In the centre overtop a black burn mark stood two figures. One with a sharp three pronged claw, and the other….
Richard: “FUCKING START ALREADY!!”
Philip: “…look at Ryan’s cloths… I hate when my clothing digitigrades cuz I’m too awesome…”
Richard: “…”
Philip: “we gotta make like wrist bands to summon outfits… like the power rangers…”
Nick: “TRANISOUROUS!!”
Richard: “hmm… I wouldn’t mind a few holsters to hold my guns, I hate chuck’n them after there outta bullets, or I want to upgrade…”
Nick: “somewhere I can put my crayons so I can draw on the bad guys faces I LIKE TO DRAW HAPPY FACES ON THERE STOMACHS”
Philip: “…what have you been using to draw those so far?”
Nick: “…my swords…”
Both Richard and Philip smacked there faces in unison as Ryan shot a wave of flame across the ground towards Matt. Matt jumped sideways and threw the dagger at Ryan, he made three motions with his hands, the dagger split into two, than each of those split into two, than each of those, all with wires leading back to Matt, Ryan ducked down allowing all the daggers to fall back behind him, the flame escaping up from his body burned most of the wires, as he stood up straight his flame burnt threw the remaining wires, but now he had something even worst to deal with, the large blade Matt threw at him was coming fast, and Matt in the background clapped his hands together, gripped them than pulled them apart, out of his body formed another two, than another two, and finally another two, meaning seven Matts were now there, as well as seven oversized daggers. Ryan jumped backwards about three meters and all the blades collided with each other. One of the Matts yelled out “Fucking Bullshit”. Ryan pushed his hand on his chest, and lifted it off in a straight line, from inside his body a guitar was being pulled out by the neck, he grabbed onto where the neck meats the body of the guitar and pulled it out all the way, he now held a fire sword in his right hand, and a guitar in his left, he smashed them both together in front of his face and a new guitar was created, instead of pointed like the other one this had a curve at the bottom, with flame like spikes coming up towards the head. he held it where the neck met the head, and swung it around like a weapon. A large crash was heard from all around like the breaking of a door. Bolt of black lightning rained down around the arena burning a perfect circle around it. The lightning stopped for a second, Ryan looked at Matt and shrugged, Matt looked at Ryan and did the same, everyone else looked at Nick.
Nick: “…what I do?!”
Justin: “who else controls lightning?!”
Nick: “Santa?”
Justin: “…”
Nick: “HE’S MAGIC!!”
Mike: “least he’s not the stupidest one here…”
Mike looked over at Philip holding out a blade of grass in his hand towards Richard.
Philip: “LOOK WHAT I INVENTED… I’m going to call it Paul!”
A large bolt of lightning rained down and smashed into the arena shredding the entire thing to pieces, both Ryan and Matt jumped backwards off it and the copies of Matt disappeared in a puff of smoke. The grass in the area near the stage had been destroyed, evaporated, without any trace of it ever being there. In the centre overtop a black burn mark stood two figures. One with a sharp three pronged claw, and the other….
