Weapon Picking

With another yelp, Taylor fell to the ground, looking with wide-eyes at Deacon as he stood back up, sword in hand... And... he actually laughed. "Wow - That was so cool!" He smiled and slowly got back on his feet. "Alright, question. Are we allowed to use our powers?"

"I don't think so" he said

"I am so screwed, then." Taylor looked a little defeated for a second before looking back up, a glint in his eyes. He starting swinging his nunchucks and ran forward again, swinging it at Deacon's legs - arms - almost at his head, but Tator Tot stopped himself; anything to try and get a hit in. Melee.

Deacon jumped side to side and watched as he came and tried to jump to the side but got slammed in the side then in the back but before he could get hit again he put his sword up where the nunchuk came at him

o: You did it, Taylor. *fckyeapose*

The nunchuck wrapped around the sword and Taylor found himself pulled in rather awkwardly. You know, this fight was a little unfair, how Tay could hit him unfatally, but Deacon couldn't. Maybe Dea should get a training sword to use instead? cx Then he could swing and beat Tay to death. xD

"Deacon smiled and slipped the nunchuks off and handed back to Taylor "Here dude"

"T-Thanks..." He smiled and took them back, "Damn, you're really good at fighting - ... Say, wanna be my bodyguard?" Taylor joked.
He totally needed one. ;A; *looks at Veranica*

"Sure" he chuckled

"Woah - really?" Taylor was joking... partly, a little caught off guard by his answer, though he smiled again. "That- That's awesome. Really. Thanks. He suddenly looked around the room, as if Ronnie were anywhere near. "Some people in his school are nuts." The words came out in a low murmur.