Battle of the Lords. (Closed. That means you Groddil.)

[Lord Daskar]

Lord Daskar formally accepts Lord Ashenwyte's challenge. A Duel to the Death.

Will one of us pick the weapons or will we let the public decide, Lord Ashenwyte?

[Groddil]

You will fight using only these lamps. Your armor will be in the form of these minifridges.

[Lord Daskar]

I was going to make a poll of choices if Ash wanted the public to choose. Now get out, you're not one of the battling Lords.

[Groddil]

"NEVER!"

* Groddil grabs a lamp at whacks Dilu.

[Lord Daskar]

JAMES!

[Groddil]

"Battle Royale!"

* Groddil throws a fridge at Dilu.

[LT Sandpaw]

Words-of-Advice: Daskar put the words closed in the title so that people don't post in here except you and Ash.

[Lord Daskar]

Lets see if I can get you two gaqqed.
JAMES!

[Groddil]

He only did that once I started posting. I'm outta here.

* Groddil leaves.

[Lord Daskar]

* Lord Daskar does a satisfied smile. 

[Lady Ashenwyte]

I am not Ashenwyte, worm. I am Kingmaker, Dragon God. *Transforms into hundred headed dragon* Take your pick!

[Lord Daskar]

I see we you have decided to pick dragons, very nice, just give me a moment.

* Lord Daskar drinks something.

* Lord Daskar turns into a bigger dragon.

Now I'm ready.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

You dare mistake me for Ashenwyte? Fool. I shall enjoy feasting on your body when we are done.

[Lord Daskar]

I doubt it, stoats taste awful.