LAST person to post is the winner!!!

[GreatSaiyaman31]

"Ah." *Yawns*

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

Casmir smirks. "Maybe so."
Flames as tall as Foxen erupt in a ring around them, smoke choking Foxen. The trophy falls to the ground but neither have the ability to pick it up because of the fire.

Nodding at the newcomer, Casmir nods his head in greeting. "Hello, there. Just taking care of some unfinished business."

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

Foxen just grabs it. "Yea, I'm immune to fire. So no. Also, NO LUNGS!" Foxen said.

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

Casmir groans loudly. "ARE. YOU. SERIOUS."

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"Yep!"

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

"Fine." Foxen's clothes catch fire.

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"Fire proof clothes. I have a fire tail, I think you would expect this."

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

"Fine, I'll offer you a deal, since we seem to be evenly matched. You give me the first trophy, and keep the other one. Kay?"

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"...No."

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

"Why do you have to be so difficult?"

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"Because I can be?"

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

"Have you ever heard of a compromise?"

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"Yes."

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

"Do you know what it is?"

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"Yes."

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

"Okay. It's an agreement where both sides come out at least partially happy. You wanna know an example of one?"

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"If you want."

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

"Okay, here's your example." Casmir becomes smoke only to reappear in front of Foxen's face, grabbing the trophy and disappearing in a whirl of smoke.

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

Foxen grabbed Casmir threw the smoke. "Nope."

 

[FoolsErin]

I have returned! Victory is mine!

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

Foxen slapped FoolsErin. "NOPE!"

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

Casmir managed to sneak the trophy away and dissolve it into smoke while Foxen slapped Erin.

 

[FoolsErin]

Uno reverse card! No longer smoke!

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

Casmir growls and proceeds to turn back into his human form, parts of his body still a blur of fire and smoke, and the trophy wrapped tightly in his arms.

 

[Leon The Needled Riolu]

"Wow."