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RPG World of Remnant => Amity Colosseum => Topic started by: Dr. Gustave on June 17, 2017, 12:24:03 AM

Title: Switcheroo: Reginald/Zwei
Post by: Dr. Gustave on June 17, 2017, 12:24:03 AM
(Reggie has Lien's weapons (http://rwby-rpg.rwbyfanon.com/index.php/topic,867.0.html) and Zwei has Saffron's weapons (http://rwby-rpg.rwbyfanon.com/index.php/topic,969.0.html). now do the thing.)
Title: Re: Switcheroo: Reginald/Zwei
Post by: Kellenredx on June 28, 2017, 03:31:52 PM
Axes? Shotguns? Zwei was almost insulted by  being given a weapon that wasn't as manly and amazing as his wonderful AT Rifle. Tossing the set of weapons randomly given to him aside, Zwei resolved that he would use a weapon that could not be taken from him, one that he has been honing for years: His body. He had been secretly practicing a new powerful martial art after rigourously studying the moves and priciples from a new Valish Cartoon he had watched on his scroll the night before.

Zwei held his arms out in front of himself, dropping into a low stance that seemed to oddly emphasize his rear. He smugly grinned beneath his mask as he imagined his opponent's shock.
Title: Re: Switcheroo: Reginald/Zwei
Post by: Walter on June 30, 2017, 01:09:15 PM
Reginald was not happy with his gear.

For starters, he had no ranged weapons. None, not even a handgun, or some sort of bow, or a rock. Instead, he had two sets of incredibly close-range weapons - the nail guards on his fingers, while quite fancy looking, were not practical in any way. Yes, there was the second form, but lord chucklefuck had a problem.

As he walked out into the arena, he was somewhat preoccupied, poking at the the fingertips on his left hand, seemingly trying to do it in some sort of order, yet each time he seemed to fuck something up.

 So, it's 531, 531... Then another 531? I think, yeah, and then... No wait, I fucked it up. Wait, maybe I had it right - wait, was 5 the thumb or the pinkie..?

While he did all this, he seemed to forget another important thing - he wasn't wearing his fancy shoes anymore. He was wearing a pair of steel-toed boots with blades on the back. Said blades having one likely target - his dumbass cape.

Reggie fell flat on his face, barely avoiding stabbing himself in the face with a bunch of pointy claws, uttering a swear as the crowd proceeded to laugh at him. He grumbled, trying to get back up on his feet, when he saw his opponent. Said opponent pushing his ass out for some reason. This was not going to go well for Reginald, was it?