Parking Ramp

PARKING RAMP

Combatants face off in a comcrete jungle full of cars, pillars, and ineffective concrete barriers near high ledges.

Terrain

General - The fighting garage consists of a several tiered parking garage which houses the fighters.

Weapons - Cars, tire irons, spare tires.

Bonus Effects - Being thrown out of the garage from one of the higher stories results in a ringout.

Unknown would be running his last lap when he would hear that annoying sound once more. He wasn’t to keen on this whole bracelet thing but he would stop in the middle of his workout. He fighter would glow and beep telling him the team had another fight. At first he woudl squint to try and get a better view then he would see a picture of a bloody panda. Thus it was all he needed. He would turn and grab his gym back, and make his way to the dressing room......

.................

Minutes later he would exit the dressing room. He didn’t mind his usual attire but this fight would be somewhat special to him. Maybe to special. He was trying not to mix his personal vendetta with a competition, but then where else would such a thing stand. He would stare down at the fighter o see if it was correct. Seeing the pictures and the words again he would confirm.

“....Finally. This day has come “

He would smile very widely. As his gray hues would glisten with a glowing purple. His life wasn’t much important t him. He would believe that death was only a step to a new platform. He would walk to the sliding doors that lead to the main building. Then out the front door. Of course the average media was there flashing shot and what not. He would push through the crowd trying not to stain his new outfit. He would be wearing a pinstripe vest, underneath would be a white button up with a tie. But underneath all of that would be his usual tactical vest, it was very shock absorbent, but such things would not matter if you get hit in the face. He would whistle for the bellhop man. Moments later the man would return with his motorcycle. Unknown would tip the man then place on the helmet that was strapped to the back of it. Placing it on to s snug fit then pulling back handle bars. The bike letting out a powerful purr. He would pull the bike up into a wheelie as it would then slam down onto the concrete and speed off into he distance.

..............

About five minutes later the parking ramp would be coming into view. Smiling widely he would dip his body lower. Only pulling back the handle bare even more. The black bike now becoming like a black streak, and a blur.

Unknown would smiling. His eyes would glow a bright purple as he would look around while he drove into the empty garage. Various car lye around, perfect exploding projectiles on his part. It was quite funny on his part they would put such things at his disposal. But then again he couldn’t lift a car so it didn’t matter. A small grin would ensue his face as he would make it to the top level. He would pick up hazards cent looking around he would bring the lizard into view.

“....He is never late...or to early, one or the other “

He would smile. Then he would remove the jet black helmet he wore. Grinning to some extent would he to play the waiting game once again. Last time he waited until his dino friend had finished getting raped by wires. But he wasn’t the one to complain. As long as he could get his paws on that little Cyberpunk he didn’t mind much. He would chuckle at the sight of him trying to kill him with a sledgehammer. He would simply grab the ******** thing and explode it. Simple as that, and maybe he was getting ahead of himself. But not in the least.

Unknown had a gut feeling his team wouldn’t make it much further then the second rounds. He prize money wasn’t what his team was all about. It is about style and sowing a bright light through such thick darkness. At first it sounded cheesy to unknown but after a while it made sense. Waking up from a daydream he would strap the helmet back to the back of the bike. Walking over to the pouch that was underneath the tail lights he would open it. He would pull out a deck of playing cards. He would see no reason why not to play a little solitaire. Leaning up against his bike he would deal himself a hand.

“....Oh I hate waiting “

Kamui opened his ice blue crystals at the sound of his FIGHTER being the annoying piece of s**t it was, jerking his right wrist up, Kamui looks at the FIGHTER, a surprised expression coming over his face as stared at the team his team would be fighting also the destination of the next fight were now announced on it. Kamui sitting up in his bed, moves to get up from the bed, quickly gets dressed in his white suit, adorns his twin katana, then transfigures into a white mist that seeps under the door of his hotel room, making its way through the hotel, and appears at the parking lot in time to see The Hazard, 001, Dzan, and Fenix.

Touching down on the ground, Kamui materializes for them all to see, running his hands into his pockets, Kamui walks over to one of the stone pillars then leans against it, slowly bringing up his right leg, Kamui sets the sole of his shoe against the very same pillar. Turning his attention to his team, Kamui gives a slight smile then brings up his right hand to readjust his sunglasses.

"You guys ready to do this?"

Kamui slowly closes his ice blue crystals, gives a slight nod toward 001, then slowly removed his hands from his pockets, crossed his arms, and let out a slight sigh of relief as it seemed that most of his team was already here which is great compared to last time. Nodding his head one more time, Kamui's whit hat falls over his eyes to shield his vision from anyone to see his ice blue crystals.

"Glad to hear it."

(( Damn I wish I didn' have to work tonight. ))

Stepping free of the rolling death wagon that was the Tercel Gamma pulled the massive six-flanged mace from the back seat and threw it scittering along the ground behind him. Whenever the rest of his team showed up the could keep it from gettign run over or something.

After reaching into his suit jacket there would suddenly be an aluminum baseball bat in his right hand. However that worked.

Regardless; Gamma started walking towards the other team. Gamma pulled the mask down to cover his face with a blank stone grey appearance. While he was walking Gamma would lift the bat and point it out towards one of the other team.

It was pointing at Unknown, the guy leaning against a bike.

"Hey. You."

Those greater-than-yardlong strides would take Gamma to Unknown rather quickly. This would give Unknown a few moments to himself before Gamma would arrive and treat him like a baseball.

Unknown would grin very slightly. He would see the man coming at him but he wouldn’t mind. Reaching into his left pocket he would pull out a cigarette. He would do some fancy handwork where the card would flip up and land on his index finger. The card bursting into a purple flame, thus lighting the cig to the point where it could be smoked. He would drop the card to the floor and stomp it out quickly. His index finger and middle finger would find its way around the cigarette, then he would puff in and out very slowly.

“...eh? “

He would say to the man getting closer to him. The guy looked like a ****** ***. Seeing unknown was in his twenties maybe he had a thing for young men. But unknown would shrug it off with a chuckle. Then he would proceed tot stare at the man waiting to see what he would do. In the meanwhile he would shuffle the cards in his hands. His hands and forearms would glow a purple tint.

“...Shall we ?”

+++"And I challenge you to watch your teammate get his arms ripped off of his body and used as weapons later on in the tournament."

+++He'd mutter the whole thing around the lho-stick that was protruding from between his lips. He'd smirk around it as the cherry tip would glow violently as he took a deep drag from it. From there it would settle down again as his hands would move and make the sign of the Aquila. There was no Christian God in his eyes. Only the Immortal Emperor of Mankind. That was the true God and thus he would make his sign. Why'd he do this? Just to piss off the Christian bloodsport fighter.

Kamui slowly opened his ice blue crystals, as Miroshi came to join the rest of his team in their sedated state of being before a truly high impact fight that would befall his entire team. Kamui gently lifts up his head, brushing his hat back ever so slightly, giving Miroshi a nod of acknowledgment right before he saw Gamma get up from his busted up piece of s**t only to start walking toward 001 with a slightly menacing look on his face, Kamui didn't care seeing as the well dressed giant didn' have anything to do with him, and that suited him just fine.

The fact that this didn't bother him at all intensified even as Dzan made his little comment toward thee fact that 001 hadn't said word one to Gamma, Kamui just continued to relax in his pillar even as Dzan brought out his weapon of choice from a nasty case. It seemed like he was ready to get down to business, but Kam would wait to hear from the leader of his team before he would choose to take on anyone. Kamui's ice blue crystals started to glow brightly, as he looked over the team, and noticed they had a couple of pieces were missing from their team.

Unknown would grin to some extent. His perception of this would be slightly blurred to the pint they would be somewhat unclear to see. But he could see the man coming with a baseball abt. That attack itself would fracture a bone. Unknown would wise up, he would simply dip and dodge tot he right. The bat would collide with his brand new motorcycle. He would take the like into consideration a few second later.

“..........”

So that’s how he want to start this off. Unknown cards would spew all over the ground. He didn’t get to finish his game. This is what made him somewhat pissed. He would take the average boxers stance. But me of a mixture of street fighting. His arms would be more closer together and closer to he body. He would back up immediately after the dip. Then back step. A purple aura would begin to form around his body. A natural defensive mechanism. The stitches in his side would begin to bother him, he would winch without closing his eyes.

“...........”

After the back step his right fist would slam into he ground. A purple wave would rip through the ground. It would leave a destructive wave towards gamma, and his bike. If successful the bike and gamma would feel ultimate damage.

1/17

2/17

BONK

Bat to bike, recoil to Gamma's hand and arm. No bother.

As soon as his feet touched ground his direction would change. Pitching to his left, as Unknown had moved to the right, making quick effort to chase the little b*****d down.

Just because Unknown moved doesn't mean Gamma couldn't follow. That's what those black and orange striped things coming out of his waist were for.

As Unknown retreated, Gamma would keep up and start with a wide side-swing with his right hand as he twisted with his hips to turn and follow. Gamma was expecting this to turn into a game of running backwards and batting practice.

Oh, and apparently Gamma took real ultimate vague damage, because he didn't give a s**t about cards or purple energy. Even though he'd be away from the bike and all over Unknown immediately.

Kamui watched the beginning of 001's fight against Gamma, but his attention was quickly stolen by Dzan as he started his walk around the parking lot with his mace of chis shoulder. Kicking off of the pillar, Kamui adjusted his hat as he continued to watch the blood thirsty creature spitting words of thee ancients, words that brought back memories to Kamiu's darker, and more primal side. Trying to quell his urges to drive his blade into the back of Dzan, Kamui sat himself back down in time to feel the shockwave from 001's ground attack, it was apparent that he was trying to knock Gamma off his game, and he hoped for his sake it would work out.

Earlier that day...

"Nnngh! Throne-damned, this rathin' thing must be as big as my damn arm!"

Ebris Dhifi was in a predicament.

After last night's events with the ice, the big boy and his bear, the bounty hunter decided that he needed to do something to take his mind off of mining that damn bear to see if it had ice cubes in it. He had gone to his room when all of that being in the bacta tank, using tons of calories while getting the bare minimum to survive.

So, when he had stepped into his room, his stomach started buckin' and fussin' like a mad grox, and he knew it was time for food.

Lots and lots and lots of food.

Ebris could drink a grod load of alcohol down, but he had a massive appetite as well; what, with his body mass and tendency to lose a lot of blood, he had to keep that mass up unless he wanted to be a skinny little grod, which wasn't gonna happen. Thus, room service found themselves sending up what amounted to several pounds of meat, several pounds of carbs (breads, potatoes, pasta, etc.) and enough brewskies to fill a miniature keg (Ebris would had gotten more, but being the smart guy he was, he figured he should be sober and fresh for tomorrow's beatdown).

Thus, the bounty scum had consumed enough food to put him well over his original weight. It didn't hurt, since he figured he could do for a wee bit more mass.

And thus the problem occurred. Unlike 95% of Gaia Primus, Ebris Dhifi had a relatively normal, functioning human body. He had to breathe, he had to eat, he had to sleep (though he was an insomniac), etc.. That also meant that when he ate things, they tended to get all turned into a mush via an organ called the stomach, which used chemicals to do the breaking down. The mushed food then traveled through a series of tubes (of the very long, organic kind and not of the intrawebic, Senator Ted Stevens kind) and out a hole wedged nicely between one's buttox.

Yes, Ebris Dhifi was shockingly taking a dump.

And a massive one, at that. Ebris had eaten enough food to feed several well-off families for a few days in a single sitting. While a lot of it went to his body, giving him well-needed nutrients and extra mass, the rest of it formed into giant, mushy Lincoln Logs that had to MASS EVAC through the bounty hunter's poop chute. And that was just all too much.

So, to pass the Time of Great Strife, Ebris read the newspaper, tapping his foot impatiently all the while - this was due to the scores just being released via his FIGHTER. They had won, which was obvious, but the FIGHTER had announced that the next match would begin momentarily and that they would be getting their next opponent team and arena with it.

Hence Ebris reading the paper impatiently whilst trying to drop a set of McDonald's-loving fat kids off at the pool. The sound of paper flipping was accentuated by the grunts of a very large and very angry man.

The hunter glanced over some of the pages - "Let's see...hrmm..." Flip "First Round of HoH over - tch, get with the rathin' times!" Flip "Gaia's growing problem with anthropomorphic creatures...yeah, I'd say it's about damn time you killed them freaks!" Flip "...The rath? Space Turkeys!? Bah!"

Ebris chucked the paper away with a curse before leaning down, forearms resting on his knees. He grumbled and continued to fight the epic fight that he was currently losing horribly.

...

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Eh?"

The irate hunter looked down at the beeping and vibrating FIGHTER. He knew what was coming - the match-ups. Ebris cursed, knowing he'd have to hurry the hell up. As the pushing and pain grew more intense, the bounty hunter pressed a button to take a gander at the details.

"Lesse...Lights of Sanglewhatnow? Bah, moving on...Parking Garage, eh? That sounds like a good time to be had." He furrowed his brow then, trying to remember just who that team was. "Prolly a buncha Kansas City Faggots from the way they named their rathin' team...," he muttered, recalling that particular phrase he had heard somewhere that so eloquently described what he expected to find in the team. Fiddling with the FIGHTER, he got it so that the opponent team began to present a mini-stat sheet of the team. He immediately stopped at the first entry and picture - the team's captain. The picture was that of a Throne-damned dinosaur. A very familiar dinosaur.

...

He began to shake a bit, odd noises uttering from his throat.

"Littlefoot? I gotta rathin' fight Littlefoot...again?"

The noises grew louder and it became apparent that he was starting to chuckle, snicker and snort.

"Littlefoot...in the grodpacked Parking Garage?"

He couldn't believe it. The shaking became more violent until the sheer irony of the situation just overtook him - he began to laugh.

"HAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The bounty hunter bent over from laughing so hard, slapping his knee during it all with such force that it bruised. The laughter was booming, reverberating, filling the entire hotel and causing everyone to look around in fear and confusion.

Then something happened. The pressure from the mad laughter caused his body to finally accomplish what he had originally set out to do in a rather painful manner.

"GAHAHAHAHAOHTHRONEDAMN IT! GROD! RATH! THROOOOONE THAT HURT!

---

Nao

Insert sounds of muffled, distant tire squealing and the roar of a diesel engine, along with an incomprehensible tune

The Nightmare Man Cometh.

3/17

So Unknown was simultaneously far enough away to juke a bat and snatch it out of the air and punch Gamma in the stomach. However, since Gamma was swinging with his right arm and aiming at Unknown's left side, his hand would get the absolute full brunt of the blow.

The apex of the swing would be about when it would hit ribs. But instead of ribs, the end of the bat would crash into the guy's hands.

The dimensions of the act were mindboggling, but if Unknown still went for the gutpunch, it'd meet a sweeping crossblock from Gamma's left hand after it swung forward to balance for the hefty swing. Not stopping the fist, but changing it's directed force to do almost nothing that it had planned for.

After the block, Gamma would just take a stepping kick at Unknown's package with his left foot. Apparently Gamma was just going to let Unknown focus on bats and punching and go for the obvious opening.

Her left leg crossed over her right and she grinned. Shaking her head a little as she swallowed her taffy. Such a show they were putting on. She turned her attention back to the bag of taffy and began digging for a bubble gum flavored piece. Such elusiveness though. She gave up shortly and leaned forward to drop the bag at her feet. If she ate too much she'd get chubby anyway.

Sipping the water she turned her attention back to the fight.

Kamui's ice blue crystals refocused to see the two females who were now at the scene to take in some of the enjoyment. One of them was quiet, and stoic yet very provocatively dressed in a blue mini skirt. While the other who had the stench of death about her was swearing up a storm, Kamui also couldn't help, but notice the crowd of on lookers and news crews the two females brought with them. Kamui gently sighing to himself, he lightly shakes his head, bringing up his right hand, Kamui takes off his white top hat, then runs his left hand through his hyper glow blond hair, and places his hat back on his head.

"Great, the damn party just grew twenty fold."

Kamui's ice blue crystals were captured by the vixen with the hazel eyes for only a moment then he dropped his lop hat forward, and leaned his back against the stone pillar he was currently occupying. A small smirk could be seen playing over his lips just under the guard of his top hat then his attention focused toward some of the extremely rowdy reporters who were trying to get so damn close to the arena that they were almost pushing into the fighting area, condensing it ever so slightly. This fact was pissing Kamui off as his hearing was pretty damn sensitive, and they were ******** with his mood. Kamui pushes from off of the pillar, pivots on the ball of his right foot, then stares at the crowd sending a dark penetrating glare through his ice blue crystals.

"Step the ******** back. Your impeding on our arena."

Kamui's voice was as low and as menacing as a whisper, but still had the undertones of a true gentleman.

Kamui turns away from the crowd to face the hazel eyed vixen then gives her a slight wink, and returns back to his pillar only to continue to watch the battle continue. Slowly folding his arms one over another, Kamui took a deep breath, closed his ice blue crystals, and spoke to the hazel one through her mind.

"Hello."

Grumble grumble

Ryke was clearly getting impatient waiting for something far more interesting to happen. Sure, she found amusement outta watching the other giant in the pin-stripes and peculiar lookin' mask duke it out with "army boy" as she had already affectionately named Unknown, things were just not wild enough to keep her eyes locked on the fight.

With a snort, she shifts her focus over to the hat wearing one who she had yet to nickname. She caught bits of his conversation with the girly not too far from him and noted his aggression towards the insistent paparazzi and other camera totin' newsbags that were so desperate for a story.

The female bounty hunter simply grinned wickedly, flicking her head and chin up towards the cranky little fellow. "Lay off 'em. They ain't gonna ******** off unless you use brute force and that's probably not allowed I'm guessing. 'Sides, even those guy gotta get paid somehow and letting them snap a few pictures ain't gonna hurt you..."

Her lips parted slightly near the corners to reveal a more toothy, grin. "Heh. Unless you're afraid your' gonna lose and just don't want any bad publicity. I understand. It's cool."

Ah how she enjoyed getting under the skin of other folk, it was a thrill for some odd reason and especially when there was a good reason to stir s**t. However, she reasoned, there would have to be a limit on just how many buttons she pushed before it might be seen as a bad mark against BigE and his team.

'Course, she was more weary of how badly Ebris would chew her out for ******** with the other team members.

Bah. Old man needed to loosen up already. All during this time she never moved from her place, never made any advances, just eye contact.

Garam Nijashi Hikuro Wrote:

Moving forward the bat would swing past his face in a fast manner. The whisking of the metal would make unknown smile widely. But right after the bat was ending its peak his left hand would shoot out with much speed. Such short momentum at the end of his swing would be his time to counter act.

Twap!!!

The loud noise could be heard into the distance as he took a firm grip of the bat. He wouldn’t feel much pain due to the thick gloves he was wearing but that was beside the point. It would take little to no time to activate his innate ability. The bat would begin to turn a purple tint form the point of touch. But he wouldn’t end it there. While the right fist did it’s the right would push forward. Towards his gut with such speed and strength to knock the ind out of him. His footward would be stable always ready for withdraw if need be.

“...........”

Words was not needed now. Though he still wanted to have his card game with gamma.

2/17

Garam Nijashi Hikuro Wrote:

This would be utterly surprising. Unknown would now be on the defensive because his attack fell shot he missed by a few inches and such. Wait perhaps the whole thing. He would grin slightly as his both fist would draw back quickly. The bat would obviously miss that hit. Then his feet would switch it up following the bat swing. He would shuffle step the dip tp the right.

“ Zoedia!!!! “

He would scream as he would push forward. A purple fist would be aimed for the left side of his rib cage. This would obviously shake him up, while dodging that kick to the nuts. But the hook to the gut was only a opener with added kinetic force. The aura around him was getting thicker around his body , what the aura for was still not known. The purple tint would begin to gather up his arm going from the mid forearm up to the biceps.

3/17

One of these things is not like the other.

Where he was once within range to catch bats and throw punches, Unknown was similarly out of each to have the bat miss when it was already stated as being caught. And then the nutshot missing when Unknown was in reach for punches, when Gamma's leg reach was well beyond his opponent's arms.

But whatever.

Since Unknown was apparently far enough away, he'd have to come in closer for more hand throwing. He'd come in and cut the range and Gamma would welcome him with a kick to the gut.

A simple Thai jab to ram the ball of his foot and boot tip into Unknown's stomach, primarily using Unknown's own momentum forward to drive his internal organs into the attack. While Gamma's left foot braced against the ground to keep his right kicking leg solid, the bat in his right hand would come up to rest against his right shoulder. The left hand would be up in a half-assed forward guard.

Pretty lazy on Gamma's part, but simple attacks were often the best.

4/17

Garam Nijashi Hikuro Wrote:

Would it be safe to say that gammas attack was reckless. Yes he was running at him, but still a little diverting of his hands would take care of that little kick. Though he didn’t see how it was physically impossible to kick someone with such little space between them. But alas.

“............”

The kick would be aimed at the gut. But it wouldn’t even make it there. His hands would fall quickly in a open cup like position around his stomach. As if it was ready to catch something. Much like a catchers Mit the ball of his foot would fall right into it. Then Unknown would latch his left hand around the ankle, and the right holding the foot itself. Without notice he would twist the foot in a clockwise position. Then he would step forward, the right foot would hook around the leg he would be balancing on, then while he twisting the foot, he would pull outwards. Obviously the man would fall tot he ground pretty fast.

“..........”

The purple aura would be getting more dense. The tint radiating from his body was now visible. Unknown would stop there with the man falling to the ground. For he didn’t want to do something he might regret.

4/17

Kicking people isn't hard when the other person intentionally backs away and then re-commits to charging. Because if Gamma's arm length and bat length couldn't reach, there's enough room to transition to all kinds of legwork.

Kind of how someone commits their arms to fire punches but decides to play catch.

Regardless, Unknown's inexperience would keep Gamma on his feet for just longer than he would want. Unknown wouldn't be able to sweep Gamma's left leg because he was too far away.

As soon as Unknown's hands changed their mind from punching to grabbing, Gamma would push into it with the full extension of his leg and twist slightly at the knee and hips to struggle with Unknown's attempt for just a split second. At the full extension of Gamma's inarguably longer legs, Unknown wouldn't have much on him that could reach Gamma's left foot.

At the same time, Gamma would just swing the bat for another overhand right to smash the s**t out of Unknown's skull.

Unless his hands went from punching to catching to guarding in the same timeframe. So with Unknown's hands trying to twist at Gamma's foot with just arm strength-- more inexperience-- they'd be helpless to stop Gamma's effortless attack.

Standing to the side, a Judge removed a stopwatch from his pocket and checked it. The time listed appeared to not be moving at all. He pressed the button once, and time advanced a fraction of a second before stopping again.

Confused, the Judge pressed the button once more and time moved backwards a few seconds before freezing once more.

CRASH~!

The heel of an armored boot ground the broken face of the stopwatch into the pavement, and time continued as normal.

"Time does not stop for you or anyone else. If you make a mistake, then the mistake is made. Attempts to alter the past to improve your situation will be met with a swift backhand and the castration of your point total."

The Judge would continue to watch as the fight continued in a constantly flowing stream of time that had no stops or loop-dee-loops.

Kamui lightly pushed off from the wall, staggering slightly, as he reaches behind him, and readjusts his twin katana firmly to his person, then lowering the bill of his top hat just over his ice blue crystals, and starts to make his way toward the cyber punk in the loud a** car playing the heavy metal. Kamui smiled at the gentleman in the driver seat, pivots on the ball of his right foot, then starts to make his way up the ramp of the parking garage leading to the next floor. Kamui gently pushing the crowd out of the way with his right hand, lifted his left hand, then gave a light wave toward his team.

"Sorry boys, but this is about as fun as watching paint dry."

Kamui smirked to himself at his last comment, turned his head to bring his ice blue crystals to stare straight into the camera, and playfully stuck out his tongue then brought his left hand down to give the lens the finger as he walks off.

"If anyone interesting wants to continue this charade then please do join me on the next level. We can chat, I am sure that I could find something for my guests to drink besides their own fluids."

Kamui couldn't help, but let out a guttural laugh at this last declaration, then the young looking entity would be gone from sight, and up the ramp to await his own bout.

Unknown would be unprepared for what was coming next. He was trying to be complex in the beginning of this fight, but it wasn’t going well or him anyways. So as far as he knew he was holding onto a guys foot. While trying to trip him up. But that want working. So unknown would simply push forward with all his force. The attack may seemed stupid to other, put he was purely trying to knock the man over. Seeing he was now balancing on one leg an trying to hit him.

“.....”

Unknown would push back while simontaniously trying to ready avoid the bat hit. Well if the push had worked it would distract and trip him up somewhat so he would miss his original attack. Much like before his body would still be gathering energy. That aura would increase in proximity.

5/17

Battle, party of 2.

Battle, party of 2.

Your table is ready on some other floor of this parking complex... because watching paint dry is like watching paint dry.

Doesn't even merit a simile.

BeautifullyDecayed Wrote:

And then it was gone. That intrusion at the edge of her mind. How rude she thought. He didn't even say goodbye. She filed his picture away in her memory, under Rude and a*****e. Then she squeaked.

Triumphantly she withdrew a small blue colored piece of taffy. She quickly dropped the bag back at her feet and began opening the wrapper on the treat. Sighing with utter delight she deposited the chewy sugar mass in her mouth and averted her eyes back to the match. The taffy slowly dissolved and melted on her tongue. Hopefully, now that the Judge had fixed the rip in the time space continuum, the fight would get better.

Kamui would continue to be walking up the ramp till he felt the psychic link with the girl almost break, he concentrated slightly, and sent her one last message till the rev of an engine from the cyber punks beat up piece of s**t could be heard.

"Sorry about not getting to chat for long. Look me up after the fights, I will take you to dinner or something."

With that final message sent to her Kamui would continue to walk, slowing his speed the car was coming up behind him very very fast, crouching low, Kamui would leap high into the air into a delayed back flip. While in mid air, Kamui's hands would fly toward both of his hilts at the same time, and using a quick draw technique would slice at the top of the car probably cutting the car in twain. If the tech worked the car would go to pieces while Kamui lands on the other side of it, crouched to one knee, and sheathing both of his black ice blades once again.

[1/17]

Kam Tenria Wrote:

While in mid air, Kamui's hands would fly toward both of his hilts at the same time, and using a quick draw technique would slice at the top of the car probably cutting the car in twain.

Kamui landing on the other side of the car, rose his head djust in time to see the back tail lights of the cyber punk's car, as it came screaming at him in reverse. The only thing Kamui could possibly do would be too either jump to the right or the left, if Kamui jumped to the left he would come face to face with Dzan as he would be right by the driver's side of the car. While still in a crouched position, Kamui leaps to the right to avoid the piece of st car barreling towards him. Rolling just out of the way of the car, Kamui quickly gets up, his senses rattled slightly at the highly unorthodox manner to which his opponent was attacking him, looked to the ground to find a tire iron, then picking the X shaped object up with his right hand, Kamui threw it toward the passenger window of the piece of st car. The tire iron thrown hard enough, it would go smashing through the window, and probably catch the Cyber punk in the face or upper half of the body if it did indeed to anything at all.

[2/17]

Grod was going down.

It seemed that Team Bloody Pandas was in the middle of fighting a truly, horribly irritating team. Lights of Sanglewhatnow, at that - the guys known mainly for an overgrown, flying Raptor that screamed like a turkey at random intervals.

While the Monopoly Man on Steroids, otherwise known as Gamma, took care of a little punk with the business end of a baseball bat, Dzan had begun to try and do a hit and run on some guy with unbelievably striking ICE BLUE CRYSTALS - I mean, rath, they were so awesome they had to be mentioned constantly and glittered so bright they acted as an inadvertent lighthouse, causing many the naval vessel to run aground and explode randomly. No report yet on the death toll.

Then there was the fact the guy had jumped straight out of one of them whacky, yellow-folk cartoon books - animu or whatever you wanted to call the grod. With them ICE BLUE CRYSTALS glittering he hurtled over the vehicle with the grace of a swan made out of sakura blossoms/inserthorriblemetaphorhere, using his infinitely sharp diamond ice katana to cut through the rushing automobile as if it were made of the finest tissue paper, used to wipe the softest of baby a**.

It would have been truly a glorious, weeaboo sight. Until reality kicked in and broke the guy's sword, or whatever happened. That kinda happened when you tried to sword a car. Yeah.

So, not the most awesome of fights, indubitably.

However, that was gonna change. Ohhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhh.

Remember that noise from earlier?

Y'know...the screeching, the rumbling, the trumpets...

Wait, trumpets?

And not just those either!

There was a bit of drums as well.

And a trombone!

Oh, and you couldn't forget what sounded like a Xylophone.

It was all punctuated by the noise of what honestly sounded like an irate goose.

But what did this all mean?

What could trumpets, drums, trombones, xylophones and a horn-like goose honk all equate to into a single, wondrous cacophony?

Yes, that's right folks.

Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Rathin' Brass.

The composition being played?

Tijuana Taxi.

With the screech of rubber against asphalt, a vehicle would swerve around the corner, an inordinately large man driving, his form exaggeratedly moving and swaying to the side with each moment.

It wouldn't take long to realize who it was.

Ebris Dhifi was back in town, and in rathin' style.

The vehicle - which he had commandeered from some generous chump - blazed past the spectators and past a certain female bounty hunter.

It would be noted now that Ebris was chugging brewskies like a madman during this little escapade.

As he began to pass, the bounty hunter would take his current beverage and chuck it at Zandra, calling out to her in the process while doing another inane lean as he began to turn once again.

"HOLD MY BEER AND WATCH THIS."

The automobile would power slide along the contours of the turn, coming to bear before Dzan reversing his car on Samurai Weeaboo.

Due to a ramp being there and all, something amazing would take place.

And Ebris would give forth a famous call, known far and wide across the land.

"YEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!"

The vehicle would soar through the air, nearly scraping the top of the parking garage before gravity took hold, taking the thing down to the ground, kicking up sparks from the banging shocks. As Kam would roll to the side of the car, he would find himself staring down the barrel of a 20-30mph or so vehicle, ready to give him some lovin.

Oh yeah, it was never mentioned what kind of vehicle it was, was it?

BEEP BEEP.

I'M A ******** JEEP.

She blinked as Kam sent her another message. Frustrated she committed more of her focus to the mental link. It was barely there and then she was annoyed. She'd thought it had been totally severed. Ah well. Instead of giving a reply she cut the link herself, putting up a shield to keep Kam out. After all Dzan had just pulled out of his parking place and was following the top hat wearing gentleman. She wouldn't wanna distract him from the fight at hand.

Her ears caught the squeal of brakes as Dzan forced the car to a stop, but she couldn't see it. Well That just wouldn't do. She scooped up the bag of taffy and grabbed her water. Leaning forward and away from the barricade she began to skirt the edge of the ramp, to avoid Gamma and Unknown, so she could follow after the other two combatants.

Then she heard the sound of music and an engine behind her. From the sound of it the vehicle was approaching quickly so she spun and pressed herself against the wall, just to be sure she was out of the way. She just grinned and shook her head as the jeep roared past and a beer was tossed out at another spectator. Once the jeep was past she would push away from the wall and continue on up the ramp to the next level. There she would choose a car that looked out of the way enough and climb onto the hood.

She sat, legs dangling off the car hood, bag of taffy beside her and water in hand to watch in ensuing brawl.

Kam Tenria Wrote:

Kamui didn't continue rolling through the dodge, instead when he heard the d**k head in the jeeps shitty radio flying through the air toward him, Kamui would simply lay down, considering the ground clearance of the typical jeep, the worse thing Kamui would possibly be struck by would be the piece of shits muffler, but that could be easily avoided by moving his head to the right, and the muffler would just barely graze his shoulder. Kamui laying on the ground, safe from the harm of the jeep, he would just barely notice the Cyber Punk rounding the back of the car---

[3/17]

Kamui would be laying on his back, watching the mace coming down on him from Dzan, sending both of his hands up toward the handle of the mace, Kamui attempted to catch the mace, while gritting his teeth from the strain this particular move was having on his body. If he had caught the handle of the mace, Kamui's legs would shoot upward in an effort to catch Dzan in the stomach, and push the man away from Kamui so that he could finally get back to his feet.

[4/17]

(( Funny ))

Unknown would be prepared for what was next. The man would fall over. This is what he wanted. The man stumbles over, which would be immediately followed up by a right fist. Unknown would draw his fist back, then a loud wind like sound could be heard as purple mist would gather around the fist. The right fist and forearm would glow a bright purple. Then without warning unknown punches forward with all of his force. He was hoping to break past any armor he was wearing to deal maximum damage. The punch itself is aimed at gammas chest is such a way to stop him from moving around. Even if he moved the punch would hit another area of his body, since he was so huge.

“.........”

Unknown would still have grip of his leg with his left hand. He would be pulling gamma slowly to him so the punch would be more effective. After this punch would not be the end. This was only part one of his three part harmony “Kinetic Shot” He would say to himself. As the ground beneath gamma, as well as himself would feel the pull power of unknowns fist, and raw kinetic energy.

6/7

The only motive, if there ever was one...

+++Dzan would slam that mace down over and over again. Two handed. His right hand gripped around it in a death hold. He'd merely be grinning and smirking. The blood would splatter up from the wound. His smirk growing all the more. His face was smeared with the cast off. Though, the man had dodged the little sledge drop and would try to grab the mace and swing it back at the cyberpunk. Yet, there was a little trick about this. He'd have to overpower the two arms with his broken hands and arms.

Was to completely control the person...

+++This was doubtful. Why? The right arm of the cyberpunk was fake, a cybernetic replacement. His grip on it was firm. Now they'd be fighting over the grip of the mace. He'd merely smirk all the more and begin to chuckle. A dark sinister chuckle as he'd turn slightly so he was perpendicular to the grounded man. They would still be fighting over who'd control the mace's direction. Thus, he wouldn't expect what was coming next. A booted foot would suddenly slam down towards the man's head. He was going to curb stomp the mother ********.

Even if that meant keeping a piece of that person.

[6/17]

THUD!

+++Concrete was under the foot. Dzan had fought enough of those god damn mutants to know never to stay in the same place. With sudden movement he'd get out from behind the car, grabbing his sledgehammer while he was at it. By the time that Kem would be in the car and throwing it in reverse he'd merely be out of the way. Though he wouldn't be amazingly out of the way. Why was this? It was quite simple. He was close enough to the car and the wall to make it seem like he was still in the way when in all actuality, he was just barely out of the way. The car would clip him and slam into the wall behind them. The airbags going off inside the car.

BATTER UP!

+++Seeing as how the car would miss, the airbags deployed no one would expect the sudden swing as the cyberpunk, bleeding slightly from the clip of the car, would slam the mace through the driver's side window and straight into the side of the mutant man. He was getting fueled by the anger against the mutant, in this case a meta, and would try to knock the b***h out cold.

[7/17]

HAMMER THROW!

+++The man pulled away. So sad. He had ******** up his hip. It crunched slightly. He figured it was fractured some way, but he didn't really care. His Cranial CPU was already opening up completely. The binary flowing through his body blocked out the form of pain that was useless in a fight. He grinned all the more as the man turned around. At that moment he gunned it Dzan would spin and launch the mace straight at the windshield and through the driver's side before he'd skip to the side.

CRACK!

+++Regardless of if the mace hit or not as he took off to the side the side view mirror cracked against his right arm and tore away a nice length of the synthskin. He'd grimace slightly, but he still had a hold of the even deadlier weapon. The twenty pound sledgehammer and would merely chuckle as the car would end up slamming front first into the wall this time around. Finally killing the engine. Though, the death metal still played from the sound system.

[8/17]

Your proposition isn't good enough!

+++Dzan wouldn't even flinch as the door slammed into him and closed itself. There was hatred on his face. Hatred for the mutant. The man was already trying to run from him once again. There was bruises forming across the cyberpunk's body, yet he wasn't paying attention. His hatred was fueling everything. The man thought he would be able to fight him with healed wounds? Those broken bones would take a long time to truly heal. He wasn't going to have the dexterity of his former self....ever again.

My expectations don't meet yours!

+++Dzan's face was still streaked with the person's blood. It didn't matter anymore. He was going to break this guy's legs. Then his arms. Then his ribs. Then he'd begin to pry out each tooth slowly just to agonize the ****** until he'd pass out from pain. Those were the thoughts that flashed through his mind. Those were the thoughts that would come to fruition. Yet, Dzan would merely stand there. Why was this? He was tempting the man to run towards him where he'd use his own momentum to break the st out of him.

In due time I'll dictate your vile form!

[9/17]

Fail to be appreciated!

+++Dzan would merely drop the sledgehammer and would turn and show his back to his opponent. The man wasn't worth the courtesy of protecting his back. Yet, what could the cyberpunk truly be doing? It was quite easy as he merely walked towards the car. He was dancing slightly as he went. A two-step of sorts. It was all in time with the music it seemed, but he'd chuckle as he stopped and reached the car before grabbing the flanged mace out of the driver's seat and toss it towards the sledgehammer. The cyberpunk was still scrounging for something before he'd find it. A quick flash and the sound of a closing lighter would be heard as he turned around with a lho-stick within his lips. Yet, one of his hands was hiding something behind his back as he began to walk forwards.

How innocent this scheme of murder!

[10/17]

+++Dzan would chuckle as he continued to puff away at the lho-stick. Though, when the man threw the orbs at him Dzan charged straight at him. A laughter echoing out from him as the lho-stick would drop from his mouth as his right hand punched forward right through. The antimagic gem suddenly destroying the power that was in it. His synthskin would be frosted over some, but that was nothing and he'd meet Kemui right in the middle. Right above where the mace and sledgehammer were. Though, the second he tried to pick them up what was behind his back would show itself with a suddenly ping against the face of opponent. A tire iron in his left hand. The force behind it would definitely disorient someone, if not cause them to black out for a second or two.

[11/17]

The trachea exposed, pulsing hemoglobin entities at me!

+++Sudden coldness would wrap through his body from the throat. Yet, suddenly that energy would diffuse out as the right arm would grip the man's wrist. The magical energy, for it was unnatural period, would be siphoned off through the antimagic properties. Sure, some of it would get through, but that coldness just meant the hive ganger was getting even more pissed off. Though, he would smirk. His piercings frosting over from the excess energy.

Pulling out the tools the operation begins!

+++The grip on the man's wrist would begin to grow stronger. To the point of being painful, like the wrist was slowing being broken. Though, that wasn't the worse of the problems. The tire iron was still in play. The cyberpunk suddenly and ferociously would slam the metal makeshift weapon into the man's face. Over and over and over. The cheek bones would break. Teeth would be jarred loose. It was all a matter of time before the rattling of the brain would knock the man out. Only a matter of time before the pain became too unbearable that the nerve endings would short and knock the man out. It was all a matter of time. Though, each hit would cause more blood to spray about. Causing the cyberpunk to smirk all the more.

How I redeem my prize of faith and infamy is not your place!

[12/17]

She popped another piece of taffy into her mouth and cocked her head to the side. Grinning she bounced a bit on the hood of the car. There was blood everywhere, and she was enjoying herself. Sugar, blood and adrenaline. A pretty nice combination. Her hand wandered to find the bottle of water and raise it to her lips. The inside of her mouth felt a little sticky from the dissolving sugar, but the water helped to clear the build up away. Then she plopped the bag of candy down on the hood, a bit farther away so she would be less tempted to eat more.

Yawning a bit she raised she hands up over head in a stretch. Then she dropped her hands back into her lap. It seemed that the fight should be nearing an end. The gentleman in the top hat didn't look as though he would be able to take a whole lot more.

Kamui would go limp after the next hit, his hat would fall from his head, and his eyes would close.

[13/17]

+++Dzan would merely let go of the unconscious man and let him drop to the floor. His blood was up. This was why he tended to sit out fights. Once his blood got up he tended to try and kill the ********. He'd spit at the ground before releasing the tire iron and crouching down. He'd pick up the teeth that had fallen out of the man's mouth and slip them into his pocket. He was going to make a necklace out of it. He'd then around and push past the bounty hunter. Though, not before he had picked up the sledgehammer and the mace. Even though the mace was thrown at Ebris. It was his turn to use it in the next match. He was bruised up and needed to calm down. Thus, he'd pick the lho-stick that had fallen out of his mouth, relighted it, and walked towards someone that seemed familiar to him.

+++"Gakking mutant," he would mutter.

[ Cognitive Genome ] Wrote:

"Oof! Hey, would'ya look at that!"

Ebris grinned wolfishly after grabbing the giant mace, which had hit his chest with a powerful thud. He gazed over it with a keenness in his eyes, not having much of a chance to observe Gamma's weapon. It only took a moment for him to nod with approval. Much approval.

"This is a rathin' nice beatin' stick! Some b***h is gonna hurt some after I hit 'em with this," he laughed, hoisting it over his shoulder, holding it in its resting spot with his right hand. He went back over to his side to grab a certain item, calling to Dzan as well, "Hey Hiver! If ya have enough, make me some frilly ankle bracelet or some grod with them teeth!" The bounty hunter guffawed, bending down to grab...

Yes.

The slightly-decayed Jaw of the pansy Elf Dragon.

Ebris had claimed it, and now it was his to beat people to near death with.

Clasping it by one of the broken jaw hinges, Ebris made his way back to the center stage by the two vehicles. As he made his way, he would casually kick the unconscious body of Kam, sending it into the air rolling and into the spectator's crowd. Ebris heard some commotion, so he assumed that they were trying to steal his stash of Blue Crystals before the medics got there and patched him up all nice.

Turning around just before the Jeep, Ebris would plop down onto the passenger side seat, his legs out and resting on the asphalt.

"So, when does Littlefoot shop up for the umpteenth sequel?"

((The crystals are how I describe my eyes you dickhead. ))

Thunk

"Eh?"

Ebris felt something light but with some amount of force hit the side of his head. Turning, he saw that it happened to be an empty can of beer, of the Gaian brand he had been chugging (which he had noted tasted like piss, and not good piss either).

That meant one thing.

"Go bugger off, Ryke the Dyke!" He called out, telling his former comrade to get the hell out.

"If ya gotta know, some generous soul donated it to me. I'm currently thinkin' on whether I give it back to him or not," he said that, but he was gonna keep the Jeep. No doubt about it.

Bending down slightly, he would kick the can back at her with unnerving accuracy, yelling at her one more time, "Now get the hell off! I'm about to kick some a and I tend not to differentiate between whose a is who!"

Adaya raised her hands and clapped slowly as Dzan finished off his fight. She had a lopsided grin on her face. Lopsided because her head was lopsided, being tilted to the side and all.

Snatching the bag of taffy into her lap she looked down into the sack of sugary goodness and pawed through it. She quickly found what she desired. A cherry flavored one. As dark red as any of the colorful candies got. As close to the color of blood that was drying on Dzan's body. Smiling playfully she tossed to candy to him. "Congrats sledge hammer man. There's your prize."

She giggled a bit and swung her legs gently as they dangled from the hood of the car she was on.

She noticed the shaking, but ignored it. In her years she had seen many men, and women, who looked the same way after coming out of a fight. In fact she was fidgeting a little, swinging her legs and such, and she'd only been watching.

She crawled on the hood of the car towards Dzan and then plopped back down. She would have laid her head against him, but the slick coating of drying blood held her at bay. Sure she didn't mind blood, but it was a bit of a pain to wash it from your hair and clothes. She smiled a little as she looked up at him. "Y'know. You ruined my date."

Unknown would be utterly pissed. He would be stopped mid battle because gamma had things to do. Meaning he had to forfeit the fight. But it wasn’t forced he was fining the battle most boring like. His mind would be utterly spinning in circles for he wasn’t bruised at all . Just a little fatigued but that would be regained easily for breathing straight for a few minutes. Unknown turns around petting his bike , and watching this big ****** buffoon talk to th crowd like a ****** psycho. Unknown turns around and raises his hands like signaling for a helicopter. But he would be yelling all in the same

“...Hey b*h. HEY b*h a** NUKA!!!! “

He would yell. He wouldn’t wait until he answered. For he was now on a full on rampage. This battle seemed like a dream to him. Unknown would think to himself that he was invincible. But in all reality he want. Hopkinson the black motorcycle that he spent five minutes petting , he jumps on it and rev’s it to a roaring start.

“...Time to dieeeee EBRIS!!! “

Obviously he would be reciting a line for the “warriors” but that would matter know. The bike was aimed right at ebris. The bike jumps up into a wheelie, and then slam down on the concrete as it zooms towards him. It would take seconds not minutes to reach him. So if he planned on living through this battle he would need to move now. Or be ran over the edge of this platform.

1/17

The son of a b***h he thought. Unknown wouldn’t see the mace until a last second. But then after all he would be already dipped low to accelerate the bike. His body would be low and dipped close to the body of the bike as he drove it. But still the mace would hit. But not like the man had originally intended it to. As the man went past he would have think he hit him, but then the mace would come out with great speed.

Twap!!!

It would make a sound as it connected with his cheek, then it would slide to slam him in the shoulder. For he would be low but not low enough. Obviously he would fly off the bike. But also not like he intended it to. Flying backwards he would land in a semi crouched position. A loud grunt escapes his mouth as he would spit out a tooth, and a mouth full of blood. Adrenaline pumping through his body would prevent swelling at the moment, but a purple bruise would be left on the right side of his face. Standing up quickly he would place his left hand over to his right shoulder, then he would flex it. A cracking noise could be heard.

******** Bato.

He would say to himself as he would look or at his bike hanging on for dear life at the end of the platform. Looking around he would find a car behind him, but he realized a car willed be much use now. Not to far from this guy it wouldn’t make much sense to try and run him over. Unknown’s would let out a small sigh as he would begin focusing a large amount of his kinetic energy into his body for the next attack. He would try something new. Something he had never tried before. His body would glow a bright purple and both of his arms would begin to pulsate.

“.Kinetic Shockwave !! “

He would yell out as both hand would open out infront of him. His mouth would hurt like hell. But he would bear through it. It would seem as purple vortexes escaping from his hands. At first it would seem very week but overtime the shockwaves would get stronger. Car windows would shatter, and the ground would begin to shake near climax. But this would all be happening in front of unknown since his hands was pointed in that direction. Sooner or later the mace along with the man would be violently blew over the edge into the roaring crowd. That’s if he could stop such a devastating wave.

2/17

Garam Nijashi Hikuro Wrote:

The son of a b***h he thought. Unknown wouldn’t see the mace until a last second. But then after all he would be already dipped low to accelerate the bike. His body would be low and dipped close to the body of the bike as he drove it. But still the mace would hit. But not like the man had originally intended it to. As the man went past he would have think he hit him, but then the mace would come out with great speed.

Twap!!!

It would make a sound as it connected with his cheek, then it would slide to slam him in the shoulder. For he would be low but not low enough. Obviously he would fly off the bike. But also not like he intended it to. Flying backwards he would---

2/17

+++Dzan merely nodded at Adaya. He wasn't really paying attention as the force of the impact brought him back around. He still had his sledgehammer and the man was flying through the air. He activated the FIGHTER and away he went! He pushed off of the car he was on and easily made it across as the man was about to land, but then that's when the homerun hit would come from.

IT'S GOING....

+++With a massive swing, aided by the visible technoarm, the sledgehammer would smack into the back, neck, head...area and would send the guy back towards Ebris. Surely not enough for it to make it clearly all the way, but Ebris wasn't a dumb guy. He'd run forward again, most likely and take care of the hit that was coming his way. Dzan would cover his eyes as he pretended to watch a homerun ball going out of the park.

GOING...GONE!

+++With that done, and him making his way out of the ring, he would merely return back to where he was. He'd smirk as he finally took in what Adaya had said. He'd nod his head slowly before he'd merely break out laughing. He couldn't help but shake his head. She was going to go out on a date with that guy? For shame! That guy just got ******** up!

+++"Sorry about that then?"

Smiling slightly he would go forward from being hit in the back. Perhaps the two of them was stupid, tried o play ping pong with him. But then again it would really matter all that much. Like said kinetic energy would be gathering throughout his body. He would hate to use such powers as a handicap but it was all he ha at the moment to protect himself. He would cross both arms out infront of him as it a natural blocking procedure.. A purple wall or a cocoon would surround him almost instantly. It would pulsate rather weakly but it would hold up rather effectively against the next attack

Thonk!!!

Kzzzhhtt Kzhhttt

It would make a loud electric type noise as it makes contact with the mace. A grin would come form his face as he would land rather quickly and would plan a new strategy. But it would be to late for that. Acting on instinct he lash out the right hand wrapping around the space between the mans hand, and the ball area of the mace. Raising his left hand in defense he would twist his body in a downwards motion attempting to remove the mace from his hand. His feet would plat themselves to the ground firmly.

Vato!

After this particular maneuver, the field would begin to phase out slowly. The aura around his body would gather once more. Incase of another vital attack.

3/17

Unfortunately for Jimbo, he had been flying out of control after being hit in the back of the head with a sledgehammer being swung by a guy with a really, really strong cyber arm.

No landing nicely and cleanly for him.

He could also try and catch Ebris' mace, but due to the way he was in the air, all that did was just yank him back and fall down right in front of the bounty hunter.

Said bounty hunter would then begin to simply slam the mace down on his prone form - head, shoulders, arms, stomach, back, legs, whatever target was presentable. He had been saved from a ringout only to be beaten into a bloody, unidentifiable mess by an extremely strong HUEG GAI. Trying to catch it any more would just break his hands. Trying to roll away would be impossible too, since he was so close and he could just step with the roll and continue the beating. Trying to use the purple energy grod wouldn't work too well either, since, y'know, he was being BEATEN HORRIBLY.

All the while the mauling occurred, Ebris chanted.

"THIS."

THUD

"IS."

WHUD

"WHY."

CRACK

"WE."

SPLRUNCH

"CAN'T."

MASH

"HAVE."

SPLURT

"NICE."

SPLAT

"THINGS."

03/17

Garam Nijashi Hikuro Wrote:

Unknown would grin slightly. So the man would jerk him and he would fall to the floor Bg deal Simply without thinking as soon as he hit the ground he would barrel roll -

And Ebris simply followed, his massive steps keeping up with him. No embedding would take place, as Ebris didn't need to use such force when he wielded a weapon like the flanged mace.

The mace continued to fall, hitting Jimbo as he rolled around like a retard that was lit on fire. It'd be kind of hard to outrun a guy who was so close and had such wide steps by rolling on even, rough ground.

Blood would fly, bones would break, and things would just be a while mess.

04/17

CRUNCH

Shouldn't be flailing out limbs that ya need, Jimbo.

The leg would hook around Ebris' leg and then get absolutely obliterated at the knee as the bounty hunter slammed the very heavy flanged mace down onto the joint. That leg probably wouldn't be able to be used ever again due to how badly it was hit.

The mace was then brought down on Jimbo again, resuming the mauling. Unfortunately for him, a padded vest was not going to save him from any damage at all - maces and bludgeoning weapons were designed to get through armor of all types with little effort, especially something as light as a padded vest.

Through the blood and the screams, Ebris began to try and talk some sense into the idiot.

"I suggest ya just keel over and take a nap, Jimbo, lest I gotta get real nasty."

05/17

Lets see. Half of his face would be bruised and bloodied from the first hit. He would have been hit about a few times in various places. He wouldn’t scream for he didn’t really know how to. His previous move would result in his leg getting smashed in. He would just grunt.

“b*h a NUKA THAT’S ALL YOU GOT!!! “

He would yell at ebris. For he would begin to back away slowly using his right elbow. He would be slowly guarding with his left. He would cough up some blood as he would feel somewhat light headed. But nothing he couldn’t handle.

“...I think Im bleeding inside my chest “

He would say to himself. A wide smile on his face. For he wouldn’t give up until he was dead. Ebris would have to kill him or choke him out to win this match. Unknown had a hard head and some thick skin. Hence why he wasn’t bowing out. His arm was getting hit and eventually it would break somewhere around in the next minute. He would still smile. For he would lick the blood coming from his face. This was all very entertaining to him.

6/17

Unknown would grin slightly. He would envision a different ending. Though he went into this battle knowing he wasn’t coming out. But he was still alive. He couldn’t feel much of his arms or legs. He would simply grin. Then spit blood on ebris’s boot. Blood would splatter over his boot. And then his jaw would give it would be broken. He would be trying to mumble bu not much would escape his lips.

“Mababb fhfbfmmmhhh mubbffaaauccaa “

He would try to say loudly. Then a bike would be placed on him. More blood would cough up from is mouth as the bike was pinned down on him. His team wasn’t coming. No use. The man might as well toss him over the edge.

7/17

-Fin-

+++"Shut the gak up, Ebris."

+++He would say as he'd lay down on the hood of the car and yawn. Why were they still here? They just got two knock outs. The guy had already forfeited one fight. That was a flawless victory to his team. He chuckled at that thought and would stretch slightly. A slight ripping sound would make itself known as more of the synthskin on his technoarm stretched beyond limit due to it having been frozen and it crackling up. He'd sigh. It was time to go get more synthskin. He'd get up nod towards Adaya, an invitation to come back to the room, as he'd make his way towards the hotel. He was going to relax and grab some beers.

+++"Come have a drink, bounty hunter."

AND THEN THERE WAS GAMMA.

At one point Gamma was fighting Unknown. He had been hitting Unknown in the hands with a bat. Then reality skipped on the turntable of time/space and his bat had somehow missed. Another bump on the turntable sent Unknown from twisting Gamma's seized leg and advancing for punches while in the same timeframe pulling into a throw.

The lastest skip through reality had pulled Gamma out of his own fight and put him at some manor. Where he proceeded to boo at some HUGE FRIGGIN GAI with a similarly HUGE FRIGGIN SWORD until something came out of the nothingness and piledrove him through a table of of finger sandwiches.

Then he was on his back from being pushed over by his opponent.

Then he wasn't.

Superpoised between being like six places at once, Gamma collapsed the waveform and appeared outside where Unknown had got the ******** clobbered out of him.

Appearing through a dimensional vortex in the standing air near his team, Gamma simply coalesced into existence with his mask up and a cigar in his mouth.

"What'd I miss?"

What-the-friggin hell

Now Ryke had seen some wild go arounds, some pretty crazy fights in her time but whenever BigE was 'up to bat' so to speak, things were always bound to be at least somewhat interesting.

However, this fight had been particularly entertaining and she had to control herself from jumping into the fray just to beat the s**t out of that little "purple glowy" punk.

The female bounty hunter restrained her urges, resorting to shouting, cursing enough to make a sailor blush, all but jumping around and causin' a scene of her own.

"s**t!" She nearly leapt in excitement. Yeah, there had been some far more thrilling fights but the thing about this beat down had been the persistence and the absurdity of it, particularly on the opposing fighter's side.

Once it was all said and done, she broke into a wide, toothy grin, feeling mildly giddy she strolled over to her towering bounty hunter partner and the punk.

"Ey. What the ****** was that st about?" She questioned, motioning her head to the utterly destroyed form of Unknown. "SO...where's the dino?"

The bounty scum spun around to glare at Dzan.

"No, you shut the rath up Hiv...wait, what?"

At first, he didn't believe it. He simply couldn't. However, after tallying the amount of wins that they had scored, Ebris Dhifi realized that they had won 3 out of the 3 battles they were allowed to do. In other words, he wasn't allowed to tear Littlefoot a few new assholes.

That was when Ebris began to stamp his foot and swear violently.

"RATH! RATHIN' GRODPACKED PIECES OF GROD!"

Gritting his teeth, Ebris turned to the crowd, who had already begun to sense his extreme disapproval.

"Ya see what happens when stupid-a Jimbos fail to listen? They ruin entire matches!" Ebris proceeded to stalk up to Jimbo, who was being healed by some pansy-a metas, and point the mace at him again while looking back at the spectators.

"This dumbass Jimbo basically gave us the rathin' wins, and because of that, you good folks won't get to see Ebris Dhifi wrassle and beat the grod outta a dinosaur! A RATHIN' DINOSAUR, AND NO ONE GETS TO MAUL IT NOW!"

A good portion of the crowd simply stared in disbelief. No dinosaur mauling?

He turned to the crowd, arms spread wide.

"Do I hafta say it again? I guess I do - THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!"

Ebris wheeled on Jimbo once again, who was now trying to get up.

"Know what I say? Boo this man!"

The bounty hunter made a disgusting, guttural noise before hucking a loogie right at the feet of Jimbo. As the crowd began to turn rowdy, Ebris made his way to his team. He wasn't even perturbed in the slightest as Gamma came out of a wormhole, cigar smoking and all - he simply chucked the flanged mace to the guy, nodding his thanks for letting him and Dzan borrow it. Ebris did make a note to ask him how the rath he did that grod, though - the whole wormhole thing, that is.

Ebris came up to Zandra finally, grunting. "Yeah, no rathin' dinosaurs. Ain't no more fun to be found here - let's get the hell out."

He then moseyed up to the Jeep in a sulking manner, motioning for his team, Zandra and Dzan's woman to follow so they could leave.

Adaya blinked and looked up at Dzan. "There was supposed to be a dinosaur!? Well, this sucks." She frowns a little then blinks and grins. "Does that mean Ebris is like the team's zoo keeper? You just pit him against all the scaly creatures?" Amusement and sarcasm played out on the girl's features and resided in her eyes.

She would climb into the jeep after Dzan, seeing as she was behind him and all, and sit wherever looked the most available, seat, lap or floor. She wasn't too picky.

The massive human of a bounty hunter made his way around the side of the Jeep and clambered in, his weight causing the vehicle to shake momentarily.

Ebris grunted at the comments the two fems were making.

"Tch. I'm no rathin' zoo keeper. I'm the guy that they just send at whoever needs to have their faces ruined."

The comment was pretty much spot on.

After a moment of waiting, Ebris began to shake his head and then slam his hand down on the horn of the Jeep.

BEEP BEEP.

"C'mon you rathin' punks! Slow as Throne-damned molasses..."

Adaya could not get in the jeep until Dzan did and she frowned at Ebris's horn honking. She leaned in by Zandra's door and peered at the mountainous man over the other female's head. "Don't get your panties in a knot, dude." Then she smiled a smile so sickly sweet anyone could tell it was fake and sarcastic.

Her eyes widened for a moment and then she winced, gritting her teeth. There had been that rustle at the edge of her consciousness again. This time however, it was followed by a message that shattered the flimsy shields she had put up earlier. It was a sort of mental pain, like someone had yelled in your ear. Kam had just yelled in her brain. "Damnit..." That was whispered,

Closing her eyes she gave the amount of focus needed to reply. "Adaya, and you do that to me again, I'll skin you."

She was officially annoyed, bordering on pissed. A person's mind was a personal thing. One didn't just go infiltrating another's mind, or blowing up shields as flimsy as they maybe, just because they wanted a name. It was rude, it was disrespectful. Unless you were at war or in battle, things dealing with another person's mind should be a mutually agreed upon thing. She hadn't agreed to have a mental nail driven into her brain.

A small headache was forming. Telepathy wasn't natural to Adaya, she had learned to focus her mind so that she could hold a conversation. She had also learned to put up shields against a telepath. The mental barriers could be broken, but the more focus you put into putting them up, the harder they were to break. There had been a time when she had spent long perioids of each day weaving the shields tighter and stronger, not wanting to have any wandering telepath in her mind. These day however, she just let things go. Most telepaths had the courtesy to not just come smashing full force into your mind. And if they did she always had a surprise waiting for them.

Frowning she pushed back against his link as he began strengthening it. She didn't need a stronger link to communicate, and the stronger the link the more access to a person's mind was achieved. She pushed him back out to the edge of her mind and began weaving some shields to keep him from invading further.

"You didn't hurt me, so much as you've annoyed me. Remind me to teach you about manners sometime."

The focus required to weave the shields and send messages wasn't a terribly huge portion of her mind, but enough that she would be looking at the ground instead of at anyone standing near her. This was just so she wouldn't be distracted until the shields were finished. Once they were established she would look back up.

It didn't take long though. The shields were again pretty thin, mainly to serve as a reminder to Kam that he wasn't welcome to come into her mind any farther.

For a moment Adaya just stared blankly in Zandra's general direction. Then she blinked once she was sure Kam was held back by her shields. The life seemed to come back into her eyes and she smiled a little. Her face gained a little more color and she nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little something on my mind."

Something seemed to be skirting around the edges of her thoughts. Like she had forgotten something. She'd been teasing Ebris when Kam had proven he had very little in a sense of mental manners and now... Manners. Manner you silly girl, she thought and she extended her hand to Zandra. "Ah, I'm such an idiot sometimes. Didn't even say hi or introduce myself. Well, Hi. My name's Adaya. S'nice to meet you."

A sheepish grin worked it way over her face. A migraine was already working its way up on her. Promising to hang around until she got some chemical relief into her system. Too bad she'd left all the good stuff back in the hotel room.

Kamui about ready to sever the psychic link just simply says.

"Catch me at the hotel."

Kamui severs the link, tilts his head ever so slightly, and gently cracks his neck softly.

"Lay off! Ya blustering impatient old fart!"

Ryke exclaimed with a notable annoyance, practically looming over her former partner's twice as large form. Comradery or not, there were plenty of violent acts she wanted to commit whenever he busted her a**.

If it wasn't the lesbian remarks, it was somethin' else.

She attempted to settle back into her seat only a moment long enough to tilt her head back and peer over at the girl who she knew now as Adaya. She would have shaken her hand with a bit more effort, but she couldn't quite reach properly in her now awkward position, have facing the front of the jeep and half facing Ebris, one leg planted on the Jeep floor while the other was about ready to plant a boot in the other hunter's side. She would have reached for his god-damned head but the ******** was twice her height, even sitting.

"Zandra Ryke. Call me whatever." The somewhat brash, perhaps even so much as butchy female cracked a small grin, at least to acknowledge the girl's attempt at being friendly.

Unfortunately, the brief introduction was interrupted by further honking and then the giantous bounty brute's laughter, as if it were absolutely hilarious she had shown the slightest concern for Adaya.

You could almost see the twitch that followed, as Ryke's newfound level of irritance was had.

"Gah! ******' BLOW IT OUT YOURASS' I ain't you, you cold a aging hippie!"

s**t did that man get her temper flaring' and stir up the urges to throw something. Preferably at him. Sadly, she had nothing suitable at her disposal and their close proximity would make it hard anyhow.

SO, she chose the next best option.

Without warning or regard for the consequences, she reached across his lap and beneath the steering column her fingers frantically searching for the proper wires to disconnect the horn. She would have cut the engine but the hard truth was she truly didn't feel like trekking the whole way back to the hotel on foot. He was likely to try and stop her so this had to be a quick motion.

Ebris waved the fussing butch b***h off.

"Pfft, shut the rath up, Ryke. Prolly got one of yer dildos rammed up yer a** a wee bit too far again - go pull it out, will ya? It's like yer on the rag twenty four-seven!"

Hacking up a rough chuckle, Ebris proceeded to reach into the folds of his duster and pull forth his flask o' good stuff. He was about to take a nice swig of the amasec within when the damn woman decided to flip the rath out and go apeshit, knocking the metal container to the ground and spilling its contents.

Oh, rath no.

Not only did she spill his Throne-damned drink, but she had called him a hippie. A rathin' HIPPIE! Ain't no one got away with that.

As the crazy as rath fem went to try and do whatever the rath she wanted to do, Ebris' massive hands came down and picked her up off of his lap, as if she was just a fussy house cat.

Ebris glared down at her, "Rathin' dumbass broad - look'it what ya gone and done! You need to take a damn time out."

Stepping out of the Jeep, carrying Zandra with one hand by the back of her cargo pants, Ebris made his way to the back, ignoring her struggles, and proceeded to yank open the circular, metal case that contained the Jeep's spare tire. Ebris yanked the tire out with one hand, put the tire into the back seat and proceeded to actually begin stuffing the female bounty hunter into the rounded space.

The bounty scum shook his head as he manhandled her into the container, "You know better than that to make me lose my rathin' liquor! Now enjoy the grodpacked ride!"

Slam!

Closing it shut, the irate old man dusted his hands off and made his way back to the front and hopped in. As he started it up, Ebris momentarily glanced back at Dzan's woman, "Sorry 'bout that. Damn b***h needs to be taken care of time ta time, ya know?"

Bursting into harsh laughter, Ebris shifted the Jeep into 1st gear and began to drive off to the hotel.

~Kiss the stars with me~

Aw hell.

There came a string of grumbles and possible profanity as she clambored over the giant of a man planted firmly in the driver's seat however she froze when the clank of the flask sounded and it's contents were lost to the cement floor of the parking garage.

Whoops.

Wait, s**t.

Ryke cursed rather loudly under her breath when she took notice of what happened and getting a gander at Ebris' near horrified expression over his lost booze, an expression that quickly morphed into something less than pleasant.

In fact, he looked rather pissed off.

Mighty pissed off.

"st st s**t, NO wait!" She stammered as he unceremoniously lifted her off of himself by the back of her cargos like it were an ordinary and effortless action and immediately began throwing the usual insults in a scolding manner like he were some kinda babysitter dealing with a rowdy brat of a child.

Well that wasn't too far off.

"Aw ******** Eb, I didn't mean it! Put me the hell down!" The younger hunter pleaded with the much larger and much older hunter, fussin' and struggling as he all too casually hauled her over to the Jeep's back end and lifted the spare from it's former "home" and made haste to quite literally 'stuff her in, in it's place!

"HEY HEY! DON'TCH YOU CLOSE-"

Slam

And then there was darkness in the tiny, rather cramped space that was the spare tire well.

Sonova bitchin' foul-tempered b*****d had actually just done that!

The female grumbled something more or less like "I hate you so much right now..."

Adaya's promises of letting her out did little to soothe her own simmering temper, but she figured the drive back to the Hotel was rather short and to risk annoying the jolly'green giant off any further wasn't a pleasing thought.

Thankfully, she heard the engine suddenly come to life and a slight jerking motion as the vehicle was put into gear and Ebris' pulled out, en route back to the Hotel.

~'Cause I hear the whispered words, in your masterpiece beautiful~