originally posted in:The New Dojo
He scoffed.
"I politely said elderly, not old. But fine, I shall fight you with my own weapon Mr....?"
Ghiaccio said, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a peculiar object, it is as a sphere, plated, with a superficial, knob on its top; standing on the treads of a tank at its sides; embedded in front by a ferret-skull with the addition of a downward dagger on the forehead, an articulate jaw, and a short spike as a nose.
"My Judgement will decide."
The mini-tank dropped to the ground, approaching the duo as the Vampire started to back away.
[spoiler]yes I may or may not have stolen that[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]UGH, it's a fuсking killer queen bomb fuсkery... Well, i'll play that damn game.[/spoiler] [u]Raising his arm above the page, blood seeps from the pages in a seemingly endless manner. Pouring out like a fountain, it funnels around Po like a calm river of tranquility.[/u] "[i]So, a stand user... From what I've heard, those are all the rage now. Excuse my old ways, but I still prefer good old fashioned necromancy... Even if it is killing me.[/i]" [u]Thrusting his hand forwards, the blood charges in a thick wave towards Ghiaccio, crashing into and hopefully pushing away the bomb in the process.[/u]