What’s that in the woods? Why, it’s a nondescript blonde gymnast!

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Watch the right. You favor your right when you turn.

Steph took a deep breath, and started a series of handsprings, occasionally aiming at one of the person-shaped outlines now covering a small circle of unfortunate trees. The outlines had red targets for fatal injuries, white targets for temporarily debilitating injuries, and pink targets for injuries fatal if not given immediate medical treatment.

Instead of batarangs (Spoilerangs, because she had painted them eggplant!), Steph was trying her luck with hexes. Using a weapon you didn’t immediately discard was hard to get used to.

She took a break to inspect the damage, and was happy to see that none of the red targets were hit. One of the trees was turned into a chicken, but you had to pick your battles.

((Open RP! Feel free to train/spar/bug/go chicken hunting with Steph.))

Comments

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Aieeeee!

Fire! Gah, Steph hated firestarters. She leapt up into the trees, almost singeing her ponytail in the process. Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to match this guy in brute strength. Best to keep him talking.

"That was one heck of a trick. What else can you do?"

[battlefranky36.livejournal.com]

"Why don't I just show you?" he said, grinning. Aiming his left arm at the tree he thought she was in, his hand moved away to reveal a cannon built into his arm. "Weapons left!" A cannon ball shot out, splintering the trunk of the tree.

(Up to you if he chose the right tree.)

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

MudderfackingCANNON?

So much for stealth! Steph thought she was relatively hidden. She grabbed onto the branch of another tree while she was falling down, and continued the conversation, trying to sound casual. "So I take it you're a cyborg? What line of work calls for cyborgs?"

While talking, she leapt out of the tree, and aimed for another kick to the small of Franky’s back. Hit-and-run seemed to be the best tactic with this guy.

((Up to you if it hits or not!))

[battlefranky36.livejournal.com]

Of all the places she could of hit, it had to be his back. The one place that he was unprotected. It hurt, but he tried to act like it didn't. "Piracy," he replied, grinning.

He breathed in and puffed out his chest, just like before. "Master nail!" This time, however, a stream of nails flew out of his mouth.

((Up to you whether this is dodged or not, but keep in mind that Franky can move to adjust his aim while shooting the nails.))

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

And now there were nails! Steph did a very complicated, ancient evasion move: run like the Dickens! Unfortunately, Franky was pretty quick with nail shooting.

"Piracy?" Jump! "Interesting." Duck! "Are we talking open waters, talking parrots-" Serpentine! For the love of God, serpentine! "-or the identity theft variety?" Ack! Nail in the butt! Nail in the butt!

"Okay! I think nail in the butt is where I throw in the towel. You have fantastic aim."