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....It's hope. from the same game.

Okay whatever you say.
Just watch what happens.

except macro stops your mirror and zeal from returning. also stops you from spamming vision and shadow with salvage.
Macro is so trolly lol

And you think i'm relying on levels to get stronger.

<3

..I've beaten E-dragons with my macro deck plenty of times rafa.
And it would probably do okay against spellbooks too because it'd stop the secrets + master combo.

Not later on you won't.

YOU HAVE BEEN LIKED FOR REFERENCING THIS THREAD ON SKYPE! BE HONORED!

Also, mind changing my name/title to Beucepool: The deadpool who seeks to surpass the wall breaking capabilities of even bushy.

bish i'll fight you.
...you know, after a couple worlds when i won't totally get my ass handed to me.

I am sorry, but i am in love with hero of time.
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Xindai didn't flinch at the threat of being kicked. A hit like that would kill most if it hit them. So all he had to do was ensure that didn't happen. However, he grew bored of simply using his power to make him nigh-untouchable. Instead he opted for a method of combat much more entertaining. With a swipe of his hand, his telekinetic powers activated, but Verox nor Gexln was the target. Instead, the limp body of Kaxar floated up and into the path of the attack. They'd either have to stop the attacks or risk killing her. Stopped or not, that would give him the opening he needed to float out of harms way. A rather high jump aided by his abilities, was performed. He landed on a higher plane of the room nimbly. If they could reach him, it'd be rather difficult to do so. He tossed his keyblade down and forced the body of Kaxar to grasp it. Shortly after, she was manipulated into a fighting stance. Since it was still Xindai wielding it, if indirectly, it didn't disappear. This was the perfect strategy. Both affectionate for the girl. She wouldn't stop until her body was literally torn to pieces. An insane laugh echoed from the floor above. The dark creator spoke one sentence "Now then puppets, dance." And lunged the girl forward at Gexln. ​

HE'S MAD WITH POWER! WE MUST STOP HIM BEFORE HE GETS OUT OF HAND! KILL THE BEAST!

since i've apparently got two points
spending one on intelligence and one on power
Beuce? intelligence? what madness is this?

Edit: also equipping exp writer.

Rowan was rather fragile due to the generally low defense of mages. The attack had hurt him fairly badly. While it wasn't fatal yet, he wouldn't survive another hit from that attack. So, he decided to try and outlast the enemy's tp supply. He used an apple gel (or orange. whichever recovers HP) to heal.

lol raisor and his vegetable practices

may we do so now?

my persona.

Exhausted from the fight which had ended in a draw, Rowan sat down, catching his breath for a while. Luckily for him, he was able to do so before gunshots echoed throughout the area. He glared at the captain who attacked them. Having recovered from his previous fight, he was ready for another. This man seemed to have no problem with killing them, perhaps even getting a sick sense of joy out of it. If you disregarded the lives of others, you forfeit the right to your own. Rowan knew this well. A glowing sphere of flames appeared in his right hand, which he then hurled at the enemy.

Rowan had succeeded in destroying one of the makeshift blades of Derik's. Although he still had another to worry about. He was still coming, and slashed at his stomach. Rowan was just barely able to move his staff into place with his other hand, lessening the blow. Lessening, but not stopping it by a long shot. Pain shot through his lower torso as breath escaped him. In a real fight, he'd have just barely survived such an attack. Doing his best to endure the pain, he shoved his staff forward and up, locking it with Derik's blade and tying both up in the air. If focused hard enough, Derik would probably be able to push down and win a power struggle. So his only chance was to not let that happen. He pressed up another fireball against Derik's stomach. At such short range, he'd be affected by it as well, but not as badly as his opponent. If this succeeded, it'd likely either end in a draw or a win for either side, depending on how enduring each combatant was. Although there was the slight possibility he'd find a way to avoid it altogether...

Rowan took the hit to his ribs hard. He was rather fragile when it came to taking hits. To be honest, he was kind of glad Derik had taken the stealth route into the crowd. Had he just continued attacking, Rowan wouldn't have been able to keep up. However, with the time between his attacks, the mage was able to regain his composure and the wind which was knocked out of him by the heavy blow. He turned and scanned the crowd for his opponent. He was a scholar, he could figure this out. Once you've got everything, sort out the irrelevant information and...there! He spotted Derik not a moment too soon. Just before he performed the lunge. The mage dressed in black raised out his hand as a glow began shining from his palm. He cast the fireball spell directly at his opponent. This spell exploded on contact with it's target. As such, it was the force from that which dealt the immediate damage. The heat certainly helped as an after effect, but it's explosive force was just as powerful, if not more so.