Count Greyskull
As Alarice began to hum, the dark lord hummed along and tapped his feet to the rhythm, barely resisting the urge to dance along. Before he even knew it, a blast of green flame covered his magnificent foliage. He did not even see it coming, but he did not let out as much of a scream or pained shout.
He was simply stunned in place as his beautiful gift crumbled into cinders, revealing his fabulous and terrifying true form. Before long, he realized what had occurred and gritted his calcium enhanced teeth. he cheated! She was supposed to fight the skeletons, not him!! Damn hooligan, he'd show her he could play that game too, and BETTER!
Blue lightning cracked among his immensely imposing new form, causing the earth to shiver in fear. The musical skeletons trembled in their boots and began to play harder, incresing the tempo. This was baaaad....
"MYAH! Y-you... You have annihalated the armor that was to seal my invincible, irresistible power! VERY WELL! LET US RAISE THE ANTE!"
He raised his hand once more and suddenly, massive bones erupted from the ground like a carpet, blue mana covering them in a glowing aura. They did not hurt her, but rather propelled her back a great distance.
They stuck up from the ground like shark fins and advanced through with the speed of a moderately fast car, each following a set pattern but more than capable to slam her down if they hit her.
Meanwhile, more undead rose up from the ground, about twenty filled with magic and determination in order to charge back and defeat her!
Alarice: 12 Greyskull= -1
Darcy Hugh
Darcy bowed in polite apology, genuinely sorry for the injury. Well, he should have known it wouldn't have been that easy. Still, at least he tried, and that is half the battle.
"No, you are right. I'm very sorry, it was disrespectful to propose something so treacherous. Someone so big and strong like you should have no problem dealing with intruders, but to not be able to show it is simply unfair. I mean, just look at these...muscles. These pecs! I..."
Now ogling the dragon's majestically massive physique, the priest had began fondling his muscles without even realizing it! Such impressive abdominals, and so smooth...
Once the cold scaly reality registered to Darcy's mind, he snapped back and gulped. How long had he been standing there anyway? He gulped and coughed before quickly composing himself, seemingly hoping that the dragon didn't notice or forgot to care.
Just pretend this neeever happened.
"Erm, s-sorry! Anyhow, I am truly sorry about that." He blurted nervously. Once straightened up, he searched for something in his pocket but was seemingly shocked at the fact it was missing. He checked all over his body with a look of dread and finally cursed at the realization that just dawned.
"Shit! Erm, this is embarassing. I need your help for something delicate. Could you be a pal and lend me your lighter if you have one? I'd really appreciate it." He said before unraveling a pack of cigarettes from his other pocket.