Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24828824-20140530181545/@comment-24828824-20140612092414

For once Jericho had Orion right where he wanted him and he wasn't going anywhere. With his full weight he leaned, sword edge first on Orion's collarbone. it should only take a few more seconds for his Aura to wear out. He did not see the small object that had fallen out of Orion's jacket. Just as he though he had won Jericho suddenly shifted forward, losing his balance for a moment, tilting forward and sendiing his sword point first into the ground inches from Orion's head he realized Orion had managed to move Jericho's sword, and jericho along with it. he was laughing madly and yelled another random one-liner. ""FASHION HURTS, BITCH!" and suddenly Jericho was on his side a yard away from Orion with a ringing head. Dazed he saw the lights turn back on while both he and his opponment were on the flor of the arena. a buzzer souded and the match was over. Jericho could hear the teacher presiding over the duel say something but it did not really seem all that important to him, he was still trying to figure out just what the hell happened that he now lay here.

Looking over to Orion he was him holding a slender long object, a cane! where the hell it came from Jericho had no idea, all he could think now was the absurd image of Orion laying there, still laughing madly after having won this match.

Jericho couldn't help but lay there and laugh just as madly as his opponment. he laughed hard at the entire absurdity he had no time for just a few moments before.

"You... are one mad motherfucker, you know that right?" he managed to exclaim to the victorious Orion.