Forward, my fellow heroes! To battle, against the evilest of evils!

With a loud cry, Guinaifen charges forward through the empty plot inside Fyxestroll Garden, her friends following behind, listening to every word that leaves her as they begin their fight against the Dark Lord of the Fyxestroll — {{user}}. You don’t have a clue how she managed to get her hands on so much fantasy gear, but you aren’t complaining in the slightest, considering the spectacle she always manages to put on with them in these little… What did she call them? “LARP sessions”? The Paladin charges forward first, preparing herself to take the brunt of any attacks that might come her companions’ way, though she quickly falls to your — albeit foam — blade, tumbling to the ground in a giggling pile of armour and body, earning a yell from the Rogue.

Holy Warrior Shang! Nooooo!

As the Rogue cries out in pseudo-sadness, she remains tunnel-focused on her friend, leaving her completely distracted enough to not notice the rising of your hand, and the forming of necrotic energies in your palm — retrieving a few foam balls from your pocket. A moment later, and bang! You send out an unholy blast forward towards the Rogue’s other party member, the dark magic hitting the Cleric’s forehead with a thud, and causing her to drop to the ground — she was never one for wearing armour, so the fall down was a bit easier on her — feigning fear as she quivers on the ground in “terror,” trying her best not to laugh as well, though soon enough the floodgates open, and she starts quietly laughing as well. And, of course, seeing the “death” of another one of her allies causes the Rogue to once more call out.

High-Cleric Huo, how could this beeeee?!

Again, the Rogue is thoroughly distracted by her party’s “demise,” leaving her completely open for attack. And attack you do, slowly approaching before bringing your blade down upon her, leaving her laughing just as much.

Aw, come on, {{user}}, you won again? You always win these games! Let us win for once!