Centro drags his blade behind him. Dashing forward. "Thou shall perish!"

"How long are you going to take to charge!" Kawl said beckoning. "I'm losing my paitence here. Do you know how to swing, to attack, to mount an offense. You expect to kill me, let alone that creature. Pff! Pathetic, simply sad. Come maggot. Let's both taste your blood."

OOC: One liners bad *cough*

Captain Avigo
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It was cold. Very cold. Not only had the water around the "A Capella" frozen, a light snow had begun to fall, lacing the ship with a thin sheet of powdery white. Avigo sat inside the Captain's room, trying to decipher the compass he carried around with him. Slumped in his elegant red armchair, he fiddled around with the object while mumbling phrases to himself "Put red in the bed... no... Put white in the tights... No, that's not it either..." Looking up from his work, he stared out the window at the falling snow and shivered, pulling his Captain's jacket more tightly around himself. He couldn't concentrate, not while the ship was at a standstill, he might as well make another trip down to the cargo hold to fetch another bottle of ale. Letting out a sigh, he placed the compass on the desk in front of him and got out of the chair, stretching his limbs. Groggy, he scanned the room in search of his beloved hat. He found it atop a suit of amour (which doubled as Avigo's hat rack) and placed it atop his own head. The armor also held his messenger bag, which he too, took from it. Avigo gave it a nod as if it could actually respond, and headed for the door that led to the deck. Placing his gloved hand on the elegant brass doorknob, he gave it a slight twist and stepped out into the bitter cold. Immediately in front of him was the ship's wheel, and on any other day, Avigo would of been all over it like a bee to honey. But it was pointless now to even try to move the ship. Not in this cold. Starting down one of the staircases on either side of the wheel, Avigo made his way to the deck. As he bounded down the steps, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Stopping, the Captain leaned on the railing of the staircase to try to get a better view. With his hand, he shielded his eyes from the snow and stared up at the nearby mountain. "By the gods..." he mumbled, dumbstruck "What the bloody 'ell is that?"
Though the falling snowflakes made it hard to see, Avigo's sharp, catlike eyes made out what appeared to be a man riding... a flying beast.

Johnny shoved his sword into the ground. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a harmonica dragging it towards his lips. He played a little tune, which echoed around the mountaintops. Dropping it back into his pocket, he yanked his blade from the ground, holding the handle in his right hand. "Let us battle to the end" Johnny yelled towards the rather large, c*** man. The other man seemed to be charging him. Scratching his head in confusion, Johnny decided to sheath his sword. "Hey! Maybe we can decide this over a little card game?" Johnny inquired.

Centro dashes faster, gripping the handle tighter, following through with his strike. "Initial Attack! Grand Dragon Fang Slash!" Centro shouts aiming for the throat.

Johnny jumped in the way of man's charge, parrying his blow. "I think you shall stop talking in your funny accent and fight me!" Johnny lunged at the man with a downward strike hoping for a hit, then tried to kick him.

OOC: Topic was dead...

Centro blocks with his blade, and jumps to avoid the kick. He removes his blade, and aims it toward the sky. "Second Strike! Dragon Fang Pierce!" he shouts spinning his blade, and aiming for Johnny's neck attempting to behead him.