[ 1 v 1 ] Cowboys & Indians (Kettil & Mot)

[Pales]

Kettil looked as if he was honestly heartbroken by all of Mot's no-ing.

He was hit and he just buckled down to the dusty gym floor and began to sing loudly rather than return fire, "SOME DAY YOU KNOW I'LL COME CALLIN'~, SOME DAY WHEN IT'S NOT RAININ' ON THIS LONELY HEART OF MIIIIIIINE~."

Hand on his chest he reached over toward Mot to soulfully sing, "This lonely heart of miiinee was broken down and bliiiind. Til' I saw the love behind your eyeeeeees~. Well this lonely heart of mine, mends a little at a tiiiiiiiiimeeee~, come embrace... this lonely heart of miiinneee~!"

Clearly Kettil wasn't too hurt if he could sing like a goof.

DMG: 0
HP: 20

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

No! Not singing! This feather-headed reaper needed to be put down!

Lots.

Lots of being out down in a flurry of brightly coloured "bullets".

HP: 26
DMG: 12

Pales

 

[Pales]

Each 'bullet' was a dagger in his heart.

He rolled about to sit up right so he could fire some of his own arrows back at Mot laughing crying the entire time. "I CAN'T LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE. IF LIVING IS WITHOUT YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~."

DMG: 7
HP: 8

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

HP: 18
Dmg: 1

Mot giggled. He wasn't sure what Kettil was on, or maybe this game just gave the other boil a high. He tried to fire bullets, but had trouble aiming as he could barely look at him.

Pales

 

[Pales]

"I CAN'T LIVE ANY MOOO O OO OREEEE," He sang out passionately as he got pegged by another 'bullet'.

He peered down at where it hit him, "Most ruthless you are. If you didn't want me to stay with you night and day all you had to say was no."

Nevermind the fact that Mot had said no the very first moment the conversation started - Kettil barely remembered what it was about anymore, but only barely. He aimed and shot a round of arrows at Mot before the cowboil could think to make a dodge.

DMG: 7
HP: 7

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

"End of the line, Kettil!" Mot bellowed, popping more caps in the Indian's a**. "Surrender, and leave this land!!"

HP: 11
Dmg: 5

Pales

 

[Pales]

"NEVER. I CAN NEVER LEAVE YOU~," he bellowed back and then shot several more shots back at Mot with a large grin.

Kettil then decided to add, "At least let me visit, geesh."

DMG: 10
HP: 2

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

He had arrows sticking out of him so plentiful he was like a tall and lanky porcupine. Mot was damn near tired and low on ammo. "Okay, you can visit."

He shot him twice. One on each peck.

"But you only get that one tree over there."

HP: 1
Dmg: 2

Pales

 

[Pales]

He sort of did a bit of a shimmy just for fun after Mot had pegged his pecks with new bullets. Kettil then took his last arrow, aimed and fired at the tree Mot pointed out and hit it, "YAY VISITATION RIGHTS!"

Kettil at least had enough sense to not hug Mot right now considering they both had pointy things all over them.

"...Now I have to clean all this up."

DMG: 1 [TO THE POOR TREE]
HP: 0

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

Mot grinned. "And since I won, I technically don't have to help."

Except it was Mot.

And he totally helped.

Pales

 

[Pales]

It worked to Mot's advantage since after Mot finished helping, Kettil treated Mot to some coffee and some other little treats before they parted ways (even then Mot didn't get away without a very bromantic bear hug.

Bittiface