Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-26852465-20160324183408

 The Elves seemed to ignore Armstrong as they rushed DM. He dropped into a ready stance, sweeping one leg forward as he began to flip and twirl around, Capoeira style. Most of his motions seemed primed to kick up the dirt and sand he stood atop. The Elves that got too close found sand in their eyes, and dirt in their mouth. Needless to say, it halted their charge. Those behind them risked toppling everyone else over. While they were blinded, DM reached into his coat, and on the ground, he tossed several gag items.. whoopee cushions, banana peels, peculiar plastic bricks, and one cactus. He then took a few steps back, and watched carefully.

The Elves that stepped forward flustered up in embarassment as they heard the flabber of the cushions under their feet, others lost their footing on the banana peels, and the rest hurt their bare feet on the bricks and cactus. DM felt rather triumphant, blowing raspberries at them.. at the wrong time, it seemed. Just as he stuck his tongue out, an Elven whip lashed out, and struck him on the tongue.. and he recoiled, his mouth firmly shut, muffling his agonizing screams from the stinging pain of being whipped on the tongue. Now everyone was stunned... the tension of the brawl was dying fast.. Halneas pinched her forehead.. shaking her head in disappointment. Leave it to DM to dissolve the tension of a damned fight.