Even in your attempt at armistice, you struggle with the idea of me destroying your tactics armor.
Walks up shaking head in a sad and resolute way. Motions with my arms while saying this in a similar tone.
Conflict occurs when two parties disagree with one another's decisions or plans for one.
I for one disagreed with your attempt to pin the blame and blows meant for you on someone else.
I also greatly disliked when you tried to "turn off the world" when you grew close to losing.
It inadvertently created a dilemma for you when I stood up and had enough with it. Caleb took the blows you gave him, and I took the ones received when trying to help the underpowered rival of yours.You took no damage whatsoever to anyone's advance this entire role-play segment. I challenged you to hand-to-hand combat, but you had no clue what it was.
To save you from either your defeat, or my eyes from watching another OP dance (about a topic you had no clue about: starting with your question about long range weapons), I renounced my challenge and vanished.
Your reply was comical...I gave you grace and did not post. Then Beth beat you up, and you shifted the blows on Caleb. And you dared boast of indestructiblity. Pride does comes before destruction. (Or armor named destruction.)
Then, and only then did I kindly showed you that you were wrong about hand-to-hand combat. There was no malice nor venom in my words, only pointing out what the Resistance is made of.
Sighs and slowly drops arms to sides.
Now you want to quit again once you are losing. The ball is in my court and I'm a fighter.
That to say…
Holds out hand to Lightblast.
I am also a esistor, and like it. If you wish for a ceasefire, I'll freely give you one. It is truly Caleb you need to ask though, not me.
Points to the outline of a tattered, moving figure to your far distant left.