SHOWDOWN — o, sparring

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Honestly, the fact that Caesar used powers may be considering cheating, but then again... Marcellus didn’t state any rules, though obviously the given ’Don’t fuckin murder your Crewmate’ was in place. Otherwise, Caesar could argue that the cheetah didn’t state any rules and therefore, powers were fair game, regardless if he had any or not. After all, he can’t actually control the opponents’ move if they had powers. Besides, Caesar had a cooldown period with his powers and he had to wait a while before using one power after the other, especially if said power was fire elementals. That ability took up a massive amount of energy, despite how often he seemed to use it for trivial things, such as lighting himself on fire if he got pissed off.

As Marcellus moved towards the center of the Arena, so did Caesar, watching the much larger and lithe feline with a narrower black gaze. He lowered himself into a defensive position just as Marcellus started to run at him, although due to the guy’s limp it was easier to tell when he was coming. Caesar tried to move to once side as much as he could as Marcellus snapped his jaws at him, and the demon felt his Crewmate’s teeth dig into his hind leg. The leg went numb, shooting a tingling sensation through his body as he tried to kick at [member=1489]MARCELLUS[/member]  with his good leg, trying to make the guy let go.

//mobile

#psychosocial.