Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140511194944/@comment-24147026-20140609041940

Tuckyr grinned as he saw the rest of the mechanical Beowolves retreat, he immediately assumed it was due to seeing how he trashed his last two opponents.

"Yeah, you better run!" He yelled out to them, brandishing his large weapon in the air.

As if fate was screwing with him, the DJ changed the song. Inciting another roar from the oblivious crowd. Tuckyr wanted to get back in to "socialize" with a couple of the ladies. However before any such actions could be taken, he was blindsided by something big and made of metal.

"Oh...Hell no." Looking up from where he had been knocked down to, once again. What he saw almost made him lose his cool, a metallic Ursa Major stared back at him. "Eyes" positively glowing red with intent.

Tuckyr wasn't exactly out just yet, using his Broadsword as a crutch he got back up to his feet and quickly moved into a defensive position. Sword poised to smash down when his opponent made it's move. The DJ's song seemingly permeating through most of his senses, as he huffed in fury over being knocked to the ground for the third time that night.

"I did not plan on being the one on their knees tonight!"