KairiNyaa
spidowo //\(88w88)/\\
The rest of the fight seemed to happen, for the most part without Kazard. He cremated a guy and tried to stab. He did his job. There was only one left, might as well let the others do their job, and reap the glory afterward. He got his shinies and managed to show off. A fitting fight for a mighty mage.
And then the last thug's hood dropped. Revealing a large red nose and a white face. Kazard's face twisted up in confusion as he stared at the ugly human. And then the door opened up, a river of clowns pouring in. Kazard stood, flabbergasted by the events unfolding around him. His head darted around, looking at each of the gross 'persons'. He kept a hand on his pouch, and the other on his pointy stick, looking shifty-eyed at the circus-folk.
And then... there was a scream. Kazard flinched, clenching his teeth at the high pitched screech flooded the room, rendering plenty of the clowns unfit for combat. He thinks he saw some of their ears bleeding. He looked toward the perpetrator of the ghastly wail, and saw it was none other than the foul smelling girl from the back alley.
She was attacking the clowns, so perhaps she wasn't all too bad. Still, he felt his ears ringing still, and was quite upset about that. Luckily, there was an unconscious but still very-much alive clown on the floor, sobbing. A perfect thing to vent his frustrations on. He started to bring his stabbing rod down on the clown, and the undead girl yelled at him to stop. He scowled at her, and went to attack another clown, but apparently Kazard just wasn't destined for clown stabbing his last 3 attempts to stab failed. He hissed, and threw his pointy stick onto the ground, stomping on it.
In his rage, he angrily decided to throw his second daily fireball at a random clown. Of course, being blinded by his anger, his fireball completely missed and instead burnt a clock on the wall. But hey, at least the clock is dead.
Kazard: 23/26
Clown E: 5/5
Clock: dead
And then the last thug's hood dropped. Revealing a large red nose and a white face. Kazard's face twisted up in confusion as he stared at the ugly human. And then the door opened up, a river of clowns pouring in. Kazard stood, flabbergasted by the events unfolding around him. His head darted around, looking at each of the gross 'persons'. He kept a hand on his pouch, and the other on his pointy stick, looking shifty-eyed at the circus-folk.
And then... there was a scream. Kazard flinched, clenching his teeth at the high pitched screech flooded the room, rendering plenty of the clowns unfit for combat. He thinks he saw some of their ears bleeding. He looked toward the perpetrator of the ghastly wail, and saw it was none other than the foul smelling girl from the back alley.
She was attacking the clowns, so perhaps she wasn't all too bad. Still, he felt his ears ringing still, and was quite upset about that. Luckily, there was an unconscious but still very-much alive clown on the floor, sobbing. A perfect thing to vent his frustrations on. He started to bring his stabbing rod down on the clown, and the undead girl yelled at him to stop. He scowled at her, and went to attack another clown, but apparently Kazard just wasn't destined for clown stabbing his last 3 attempts to stab failed. He hissed, and threw his pointy stick onto the ground, stomping on it.
In his rage, he angrily decided to throw his second daily fireball at a random clown. Of course, being blinded by his anger, his fireball completely missed and instead burnt a clock on the wall. But hey, at least the clock is dead.
Kazard: 23/26
Clown E: 5/5
Clock: dead