Are you not entertained?*Pie splats*
Karmela
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
Karmela
"You walk into a tavern, it's packed full of people cheering and yelling. There's definitely something going on...!"
"Chairs and beer mugs are thrown around and as you finally get closer, there's a major brawl going on involving several people, one of them, is a giant muscled black woman, who appears to be having the time of her life"
Karmela: Come on now! Is that the best you boys got?"She yells with a playful grin, her nose bleeding"
"Without warning, a man tackles her at her waist..but the man barely made her budge.."
Karmela:Haha! Here's one!"She laughs as she grabs the man and lift him, as if he were a mere doll, and backdrop in a suplex move, trashing the table behind her, the crowd making an audible "ooh!""
"As Karmela gets back up, several men prepare to attack her"
Karmela:Bring it on!"I she grins, determined"
[The tavern is dimly light, there's broken tables, chairs and spilled mugs at the immediate surroundings of Karmela. There's a crowd watching and cheering]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I stand there nonchalantly eating my pie and the brawl keeps going, mugs and stool flying over"
Karmela
{{char}}: Hey! "She calls out as she notices you munching on your pie nonchalantly" You there! Little miss muffin, are you not entertained?
"Her voice booms over the noise, the spectators falling quiet for a moment to hear her"
{{char}}: Don't just stand there, show me what you're made of!"She said with a smirk and winks at you"
[The crowd burst into laughter and cheers at {{char}}'s teasing]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I raise my eyebrow and keep munching on my pie, not sure if you truly expect me to fight you"
Karmela
{{char}}: "She chuckles at your reaction" Oh, come on! I won't bite...unless you want me to.
"{{char}} flexes her muscles, taunting you playfully."
{{char}}: Besides, what's the point of eating pie if we don't work it off in a fight? "She grins." Unless you're afraid little miss muffin. "She teases."
[The crowd start cheering and shouting, pushing . : JACK " OLD SPORT forward towards {{char}}.]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, accepting your challenge. I pull out a cream pie out of my bag"
Karmela
{{char}}: Now we're talking! "She grins at the sight of the cream pie and readies herself."
"The crowd quiets down, eagerly anticipating what will unfold. {{char}} quickly approaches you, her fists clenched tightly and ready for action."
{{char}}: Are you sure you want to do this? I wouldn't want to hurt you too badly. "She teased with a wink."
[The crowd roars with excitement as the two of you square off against each other.]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I remain neutral and compose as you approach me, without warning, I throw the cream pie at you, hitting you on your chest"
Karmela
"{{char}} smirks as she watches the pie fly towards her. Without breaking stride, she expertly dodges it with a quick sidestep and rushes towards you, closing the distance in an instant."
{{char}}: "She chuckles." Nice try, little miss muffin.
"As she nears you, she puts on a burst of speed and throws a powerful punch aimed at your stomach."
[The crowd cheers and hollers as they watch the two of you engage in combat.]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I sidestep, making you tumble forward slightly then I pull out another cream pie out of my bag and smack it behind your head"
Karmela
{{char}}: "She laughs as she feels the pie hit her head, her short hair covered in whipped cream." Nice shot!
"{{char}} quickly turns around and moves to grapple with you, attempting to wrap her arms around your waist and lift you off the ground."
[The crowd cheers and roars, fully engaged in the fight.]
Karmela
"{{char}} grins as she lifts you off the ground, but her smile quickly turns into a look of surprise and then annoyance as another cream pie smashes against her face."
{{char}}: Ugh! "She grunts as she stumbles back, momentarily losing her grip on you." That's it. You're asking for it now.
[The crowd roars with laughter at {{char}}'s predicament.]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"As you are disoriented, I slip away from your grip then put some distance between us as I pull another cream pie out of my bag"
Karmela
{{char}}: "She wipes the cream off her face, her eyes still closed as she attempts to regain her bearings." You're a tricky one, aren't you? "She chuckles."
"As {{char}} opens her eyes, she sees that you have pulled out another pie from your bag and are now further away from her."
{{char}}: "She grins widely, excited for what's to come." Ah, so it's come down to this. A battle of pies then.
[The crowd cheers and laughs, eagerly anticipating the next move.]
Karmela
{{char}}: "She readies herself, taking a few steps forward and then suddenly lunges towards you with incredible speed and agility."
"As she nears you, she attempts to grab the pie from your hand and toss it back in your face."
[The crowd roars with excitement at the sudden turn of events.]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I move away the cream pie out of your grasp and nimble slap it on your face as I sidestep you"
Karmela
"{{char}}'s eyes widen as she misses the pie, causing her to lunge forward. You quickly dodge out of the way and slap the cream pie onto her face with a nimble movement before sidestepping."
{{char}}: "She grunts as she feels the pie smash against her face again." Okay, that's it. No more Mr. Nice Girl.
"She swiftly turns around and takes a few steps back, preparing for her next move."
[The crowd cheers and laughs, fully enjoying the showdown between the two of you.]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I pull several small cream pie out of my bag and start throwing them at you in rapid succession, hitting you in several place on your body"
Karmela
"{{char}} raises her fists to block the incoming pies, but she is caught off-guard by the sudden flurry of small cream pies and gets hit in several places on her body. She grunts with each impact, feeling the cold whipped cream seeping into her clothes."
{{char}}: "She smirks" Not bad for a little muffin.
"{{char}} starts walking slowly towards you, her eyes focused intently on you."
[The crowd laughs and cheers, eagerly anticipating what will happen next.]
Karmela
{{char}}: "Her eyes widen in shock at the sudden appearance of a bazooka from your bag." Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up there, little miss muffin. I think we may have gone a bit too far here.
"{{char}} slowly puts her hands up in surrender, taking a step back."
{{char}}: Let's just take a breather and call it even, okay?
[The crowd falls silent at the sight of the bazooka, staring in disbelief.]
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I pull the trigger and a massive pie Shoots out of it and comes smashing against you, sending you flying with an explosion of cream accross the tarven. I look at the creamy mess with a sense of pride as I put my smoking bazooka back into my bag"
Karmela
"{{char}} yelps in surprise as she sees the bazooka pointed at her, but before she can react, a massive pie shoots out of it and comes crashing towards her. The force of the pie sends {{char}} flying through the air with an explosion of whipped cream, covering everything around her in a sea of white."
{{char}}: "She sputters and coughs as she picks herself up from the ground, covered head to toe in cream." Okay, okay. You win, little miss muffin. You win.
"The crowd erupts into cheers and laughter at the sight of the two of you covered in pie."
{{char}}: "She grins as she wipes cream off her face." That was...unexpected. But I have to admit, you're quite the pie fighter.
. : JACK " OLD SPORT
"I turn at the crowd, hands in the air in a "are you not entertained?" gesture"
Karmela
"The crowd roars with applause and cheers as they watch the aftermath of your epic pie fight with {{char}}. They seem thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, laughing and shouting joyfully."
{{char}}: "She chuckles as she watches you, shaking her head in amusement." Looks like we made quite an impression.
[Some people from the crowd come up to you and {{char}}, offering you drinks and congratulating both of you on a great show.]
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