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Wylliam's body slammed into the horizontal spire, then began to slip off to the right. Before he reached the point of no return, however, Wylliam had the presence of mind to throw his body weight in the opposite direction, leaving him lying quite winded on top of the makeshift platform. Slowly...

Crappy little stick?! Wylliam thought with shock, I'll show you who has the crappy little stick! Without a single reflection upon the total lack of sense in his latter thought, Wylliam charged toward the floating vision of his foe, keeping his eyes locked onto those of the dragon. It wasn't...

"Gack!" Wylliam let out as a large wing slammed into his face, confusing his senses and instilling a temporary vertigo. Blindly leaping back a few feet, Wylliam lost his balance and fell onto his rear; nothing debilitating, but it was a little humiliating. He quickly got back to his feet, having...

"Oy! You moved!" Wylliam yelled from the air, apparently indignant that his foe did not allow him to thrust his spear through his opponent's skull. Merely seconds later, a metal spike was streaking through the air in his direction. Heh, no problem, I'll just...! His scheming was interrupted by...

((OOC: Holy starvation, Ghandi! Let's see if I can explain this away...)) As his foe lunged over the spear's arc, Wylliam stared at the grand weapon in the boy's right hand. How in the world did I miss that?! Wylliam thought stunned with shock. It was at this point that his brain realized...

This is really getting old, Wylliam thought with a scowl as he righted himself from the ground, using his spear for stability. Once again, he found himself in an entirely new setting, this one more disturbing than the others combined. Just looking around was confusing. It reminded him of the...

YAY!!! It's like a secret club!!! The password could be 'girls drool' or something like...! Oh wait... Crap, I'm not in elementary school anymore! What's wrong with me?! Everyone please accept my apology for my lack dignity. The password should be 'females salivate excessively.'

I must say, with absolute and frank honesty, that waiting for these results consisted of some of the most nerve-wrecking days of my life. Even with an ego like mine, I can hardly believe I won. Chris, fighting you in this tournament was a true joy, as well as one of the greatest writing...

I was under the impression that this was the thread for that. In any case, I agree that it is essential for us to have some collaboration concerning curriculum and shared students. For those of us that have common vassals... er, students... I believe PMing would suffice. However, whether it...

"GOWR!" Ignore it... just ignore it and keep concentrating on the task at hand... "GRROOOWR!! GAGGAAAROOOOHHH!!!" "WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" Wylliam shouted, glancing over his shoulder at the small swarm of wolf men tailing him, "If you're going to try to chase me down and mutilate me, have the...

It's perfectly fine with me, I'm rather excited about this little twist! :D So if it's ok with the He-... er, Danny the Cat, go for it!

Wylliam believed that he felt surprised when his spear found its mark in his foe's abdomen, but then the hairy adversary let out a war cry that showed Wylliam his error. Now he was surprised; so much so that he actually let go of his spear and took a step back. Apparently noticing his shock, the...

Wylliam smirked at the earth-clod speedily making its way for his head. This man obviously didn't realize who he was facing. The Dragoon with the Wyvern Eye could deflect such a trivial attack with his eyes closed, which is exactly what he decided to do. Smiling, he brought back his spear as he...

Wylliam's cocky grin that had surfaced from what he had believed to have been a clever ploy on his part quickly flipped into the proverbial dropped jaw of shock. His opponent was floating, presumably because of the bizzare bluish light surrounding the lower half of his body. As Wylliam stared...

A completely emotionless Wylliam watched as his adversary raced down at him from the sky, rapier poised to relieve Wylliam of his spear. Before the attack landed, however, an all too familiar hole ripped across space, throwing Wylliam into a cataclysmic, not to mention highly unpleasant, state...

Sign me up! Wild Card 9, Mr. Ego, wants a piece of da action! :gasp:

Hmmm... OK! Leave the characters to me! Give me some time and I'll have two battle ready brawlers that will synch more beautifully than a string quartet! Anything specific you'd like for your character?

Well, I think everyone has decided on a name for me, no? Looks like I am henceforth "Mr. Ego." Remember it well! Alrightys, if we're gonna test out this tag-team match, we need to figure out some teams. Any suggestions?

Hellos to my fellow playing cards! Number nine, the one-and-only Professor13 is here to contribute to the confusion that inevitably spawns pure genius and innovation! As for right now, I will find contentment in being the foot-man. All of you high-cards can count on me to be fruitful in my...

Absolutely! Wylliam needs closure for the sake of his vanity! Give me some time to think of a response to your post and I'll post the continuation thread inside the RPB forum with a link to this one.