Gavin Merlino
he/him
36
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
creatures of habit, carrion flowers, growing from repeated crimes.
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Cillian Quinn
black steel [sz]
POSTED ON Jan 18, 2020 16:14:55 GMT
[attr="class","gavin"] "What is with these fucking buffalo?"At least he spots this one before it begins its charge, giving him more time to prepare. "Swords Dance, then go for it."Sandslash is a creature of quiet intensity. It's 'dance' is a flurry of sharpened claws, the soft shing of metal-on-metal the only sound to break the silence. It draws the Bouffalant's attention, but by then it's too late. A flurry of hail slows the approach of the hulking creature and speeds up the dual-type with the aid of its slush rush, the Sandslash diving fearlessly toward its foe with an icicle crash. Bouffalant takes its revenge, however - Gavin's caught off guard by its use of the move, his Sandslash gored by one of the massive horns. He recalls it, quickly, and eyes the buffalo with a newfound respect. She's weakened, chest heaving, but she'd proved a worthy foe. Gavin sends out his Crobat, but holds up a hand to stay its attack. "Go," he offers the Bouffalant, and she does. notes:pass~ [newclass=.gavin] width:300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; [/newclass] [newclass=.gavin b] color: #716075; [/newclass] [newclass=.gavin i] color: #716075; font-style: italic; [/newclass]
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