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Lukan swings his gigantic testicles in a wide arc before slamming them into the
ground threateningly.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali grunts fiercely as he accepts Lukan's challenge. Grabbing his testicles
firmly, he swings them in front of him gracefully. Stomping his feet he lets his
testicles drop to the ground, smirking as the ground shakes beneath him.
Lukan Vastel says, "Your Schwartz is big... but mine is bigger."
Tali Ka'Tal says, "I respect your dedication, but the Honor of my Father resides
on this battle, Lukan Vastel."
Lukan Vastel exclaims, "Tali Ka'Tal... WE WILL FINISH THIS!!"
Lukan flings his testicles out, wielding them in a manner not unlike a flail.
Tali sliding his hands into his boxers he allows his testicles to roam freely.
Grasping them firmly, he slowly swings them in a wide arc. He stares towards Lukan
fiercly, his eyes narrowing as he allows them to swing even further.
Lukan grabs the base of his massive satchel and pulls back his testicles like a
slingshot. As the skin stretches as far as it is able, he releases, and the
projectiles fly lightning quick into Tali's own weapon.
Tali grimaces and snorts violently as he barely dodges the attack. Grabbing his
own, he ducks promptly and runs astray. He swings his arm in a wide arc towards
Lukan's direction, as he misses his face you notice his own satchel is curving
back towards Lukan.
Lukan drops to the ground and hefts his massive orbs backwards and over him, the
momentum enough to pull him safely out of the reach of Tali's deadly twins.
Tali deftly recalls his own with so much precision and skill it would make any
lady weak at the knees. He swings his hands slowly from his right to left,
making a defensive maneuver as he stares Lukan down, pondering his next course of
action.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali winks conspiratorially at you.
Lukan does a handspring back into a combat stance, grasping his satchel
confidently, much of it's length hanging down and brushing against the ice, his
eyes full of focus as he prepares for the final strike.
Lukan Vastel says, "Let's finish this, Tali."
Tali peers at Lukan unscrupulously.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali Ka'Tal says, "Yes, lets."
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali charges towards Lukan fiercely, yelling with rage. Swinging his luggage
above his head he lashes at him fiercely, determined to strike him down.
Lukan charges forward swiftly, his own baggage hanging an inch above the ice.
With a powerful upward swing, his weapon meets Tali's.
Tali grunts in discomfort as his bag rebounds back. The air itself shakes
vibrantly as he yells out deftly. Swinging with all his might, he lashes at Lukan.
His eyes fill with violence as he pulls his weapon back once more. Noticing that
something isn't right, he pulls back once more. Groaning in a cry of pain, he
notices his satchel has wrapped around Lukan's own. Staring at him with
water-filled eyes, he pleads silently.
Lukan winces in pain.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Lukan Vastel says, "Shall we call it a draw, then?"
Tali Ka'Tal says, "It seems we have no other option."
Lukan Vastel says, "Very well, Tali."
ground threateningly.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali grunts fiercely as he accepts Lukan's challenge. Grabbing his testicles
firmly, he swings them in front of him gracefully. Stomping his feet he lets his
testicles drop to the ground, smirking as the ground shakes beneath him.
Lukan Vastel says, "Your Schwartz is big... but mine is bigger."
Tali Ka'Tal says, "I respect your dedication, but the Honor of my Father resides
on this battle, Lukan Vastel."
Lukan Vastel exclaims, "Tali Ka'Tal... WE WILL FINISH THIS!!"
Lukan flings his testicles out, wielding them in a manner not unlike a flail.
Tali sliding his hands into his boxers he allows his testicles to roam freely.
Grasping them firmly, he slowly swings them in a wide arc. He stares towards Lukan
fiercly, his eyes narrowing as he allows them to swing even further.
Lukan grabs the base of his massive satchel and pulls back his testicles like a
slingshot. As the skin stretches as far as it is able, he releases, and the
projectiles fly lightning quick into Tali's own weapon.
Tali grimaces and snorts violently as he barely dodges the attack. Grabbing his
own, he ducks promptly and runs astray. He swings his arm in a wide arc towards
Lukan's direction, as he misses his face you notice his own satchel is curving
back towards Lukan.
Lukan drops to the ground and hefts his massive orbs backwards and over him, the
momentum enough to pull him safely out of the reach of Tali's deadly twins.
Tali deftly recalls his own with so much precision and skill it would make any
lady weak at the knees. He swings his hands slowly from his right to left,
making a defensive maneuver as he stares Lukan down, pondering his next course of
action.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali winks conspiratorially at you.
Lukan does a handspring back into a combat stance, grasping his satchel
confidently, much of it's length hanging down and brushing against the ice, his
eyes full of focus as he prepares for the final strike.
Lukan Vastel says, "Let's finish this, Tali."
Tali peers at Lukan unscrupulously.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali Ka'Tal says, "Yes, lets."
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Tali charges towards Lukan fiercely, yelling with rage. Swinging his luggage
above his head he lashes at him fiercely, determined to strike him down.
Lukan charges forward swiftly, his own baggage hanging an inch above the ice.
With a powerful upward swing, his weapon meets Tali's.
Tali grunts in discomfort as his bag rebounds back. The air itself shakes
vibrantly as he yells out deftly. Swinging with all his might, he lashes at Lukan.
His eyes fill with violence as he pulls his weapon back once more. Noticing that
something isn't right, he pulls back once more. Groaning in a cry of pain, he
notices his satchel has wrapped around Lukan's own. Staring at him with
water-filled eyes, he pleads silently.
Lukan winces in pain.
892h, 1036m, 3360e ex-
Lukan Vastel says, "Shall we call it a draw, then?"
Tali Ka'Tal says, "It seems we have no other option."
Lukan Vastel says, "Very well, Tali."
