The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Zaphod Riker]

Renard growls, skidding after he takes the kick and clutching his side. "Grah... And you're dealing with me." He growls, taking out his knife and aiming to slash him. It was covered with blood already.

[witchcrafting]

Matt Williams||2p!Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matthew, Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

Matt looked at the girl. She was stronger than she looked, and if she did have the guts to hit him, he wouldn't be surprised. It reminded him of his own sister, which the four of them would run into her, no doubt about it. He suddenly felt a sharp pain hit him. The younger Canadian girl had actually hit him with the Hockey stick, which did surprise him quite a bit. He wasn't able to do much, but let his weapon hit him. The American had him gripped pretty tightly. "Damn... That hurt..." He retorted quietly. before looking at Renard. "Well sorry for not pleasing you, idiot. They'll have to deal with my little sister after this."

Shyla F. Williams||Saskatchewan
Female|9|Nervous|With; Family + Matt

Shyla did have some guts to actually use the weapon. But it took a lot of confidence for her to do so. As she swung the weapon again at the fake Canadian, a small glare of rage came to her blue and violet eyes. Shyla continuously hit him with his own weapon. Panting, she stopped, blinking. She didn't really like hitting people but for the sake of their safety, she had to do it. It seemed as if she wanted to cry for hitting Matt, but sighing quietly, she hit him once more, making sure to knock hit out with the hit.

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

"Argh...!" The gasp came from him as he felt the blade slice into his skin. Fresh pain seared through him as it hit his stomach, creating a gash. He clenched his fists in outright rage and threw a punch. So this kid had a knife. This would be a problem.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred grinned. "No sweat!" His blue eyes unfocused, seeing Shyla hit Matt over and over again with the stick. She was doing great, but Alfred saw she was fazed by attacking an another. She did good, she brought down a few wounds on the hockey player. Alfred aimed a blow of a punch on Matt's head. The American saw Renard a few ways away, and Arthur kicking him for hitting him once again. Alfred's eyes turned steely cold as he saw the threatening knife. "Shyla- good job! You did great." Matt was pretty well beaten now, especially thanks to Shyla. Alfred turned to see Renard slashing Arthur in the stomach. Reacting the best he could, he stumbled backwards to the young Canadian. "Here, Shyla hand the stick to me!" He called, planning to hit the attacker in the back.
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[Zaphod Riker]

Renard hisses at Arthur. "I'm sure I'll have fun experimenting on you. I need a fresh sample." He says, slashing again. He didn't notice Alfred and the hockey stick behind him.

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

"Experimenting? Right, like that'll happen." Arthur said with a snort. Once more pain shot through him as the knife cut him again. He would be able to dodge quicker if he wasn't injured and running out of energy. Though he was clearly slowing down. Blood stained his shirt as he clutched the cut. It was deeper than the other. At least he hadn't exactly been stabbed.

[Zaphod Riker]

"You remember the mutant. My 1P? Yeah, I'll make you like him." Renard says, smiling and now aiming to stab him, now that he has the idea.

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

"I'm sure you will." Sarcasm coated his voice. This was followed be a loud swear. Once again he was to slow to dodge. His eyes started to water and he looked down. The 2p had succeeded in stabbing him. He couldn't help but drop to his knees, panting heavily. He was loosing blood from numerous wounds and was by no means in a good condition.

[witchcrafting]

Shyla F. Williams||Saskatchewan
Female|9|Nervous|With; Family + Matt

Shyla nodded before handing the weapon to her brother. "H-here!" She said quietly. She then hide behind Matthew, clinging to him. A few tears did escape her eyes as she continued to cling to her brother. She was scared to meet up with her own counterpart. She was pretty dangerous looking, and all the knives she carried made it worse.

[Zaphod Riker]

"Damaged... But it'll do." Renard says, taking Arthur's collar and trying to drag him away. "Why the hell do you have to be so heavy..." The small boy complains.