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Interruptions. Ebris hated Interruptions.

Why the rath couldn't he just get a few grodpacked moments to deal with whatever was at hand?

Jimbos and Jimbettes, always rathin' pissin' him off and grod. Throne-damned.

Yeah, it was obvious that he was aware of shortstuff scampering up behind him, as Ebris' senses were still peeled for grod out there - at the very least there was that kid who threw the knife at him, so he had to be at least conscious of the grod going on around him just in case she tried to do something stupid again.

So, there was a crazy squat bounding up behind him, and a quick glance back from the bounty hunter confirmed that he was reaching for what appeared to be a damn hammer. That would hurt, no doubt about it. Ebris took a guess that the little grod was gonna go for the first big target of his form, which would be his lower body, as trying to nail a leg on a guy who knew ya were coming would be pretty rathin' tricky.

As the midget got closer, Ebris briefly turned back to blue xeno b***h and gave her a mean look. "We're not done, woman," and without so much as a good night kiss, the bounty scum grabbed her head, lifted it and brutally slammed it down onto the asphalt, hopefully knocking her a** out cold. He'd come back for her later to teach her some rathin' manners.

While he did this, Ebris' right leg began to pull up and bend at the knee while he put all his weight on his left shin/knee and elbow/forearm. This was done for a wholly different reason than to protect himself - I mean, he didn't know where the rath that mallet was gonna come down. Regardless of his intentions, the movement caused the incoming mallet to smack into his thigh instead of his hip, which was a much more sturdy target. Still got the bounty hunter to swear like hell through gritted teeth, and made him do what he did next extra hard:

He rathin' kicked out with that leg.

Yes, despite popular belief, Ebris Dhifi could actually kick sumbitches. He always preferred beating Jimbos with his Sledgefists, but he did lash out with his boots from time to time, and today was one of those times. The kick didn't have all the force it could have in it, as it was kinda hard to turn your hips into the blow in that kinda position, but it would still pack a rathton of force.

The blow was aimed up - for a normal person, this meant having a massive boot stamping their dicks into their bodies, but for this little grod, it meant getting nailed right in the gut. Lucky him.

Hopefully it'd knock his a** back some distance, which would in turn allow Ebris to get his a** off of blue xeno b***h and start working his leg all proper-like for the inevitable squat punting that would soon follow.

[I have other things I wish to be doing at the moment, sooo...]

The knife Nocere had taken from the corpse pierced Ebris's skin, but not as she had planned. The HUEG a** grabbed her somewhere about her midsection and slammed here down upon the asphalt.

The left side of her body hit the ground, her arm sliding against the floor, grating the skin a bit. Nice burn, too bad she didn't have time to relish in the pain. . . She quickly moved so that her back was lying flat, and she started bend her legs to bring them up and ki-

Ebris sat down on her, making it hard for her to go through with her kick. Then a little man, he was so cute with his little weapon and the bloodied face, [ 4laugh ] came up and attacked the man. Nocere was paying too much attention to the midget, so when Ebris turned back to knock her out, she had no way to stop him.

So her head hit the ground, a bit of blood would trickle from the impact and Nocere would be knocked out cold.

[If Spooky comes in now... I'll keel someone. ]=<]

The swordsmen swiped his sword through the air with a sharp flick, a thing that might seem like a superficial motion. In truth it helped to at least remove some of the blood, with flecked across the pavement. The swordsmen was satisfied that his sword was clean enough to put away, and thus did so. His left hand resting on the sheath, his sword would slip into there in a series of quick, controlled motions. The weapon was not fully into the protective casing, however, as the initial resistance was again broken by the sword being drawn about an inch. This ensured that Akira could slash immediately, if the need arose.

The swordsmen now turned his attention to the chaos of the battlefield, stealing a glance at the beheaded, mutilated Muso. The swordsmen's face pale and his gut twisted at the sight of bowels strewn across pavement, a mixture of s**t and piss steaming as it cooked on the hot cement. The image was made that much worse by the ragged neck wound, which left a gratuitous trail of blood away from the body. Short and sweet, Muso had been seriously ******** up.

Kiyosato resolved to avoid a similar fate.

During the period of time where Ebris was dragging that rathin' blue xeno b***h over to his ride, someone just had to pop up and pipe up, just like the noisy, dumbass dyke she was.

Ebris winced at the noise, turning to glare at Ryke as he continued to casually heft the xeno woman along behind him. "What the rath does it look like I'm doing, woman?" And, as if to just prove his point of obviousness instead of wanting to do it in the first place, he yanked the unconscious fem up into the Frakenjeep with him. "I'm starting to seriously wonder if ya were a blond before you decided to inject all the colors of the rathin' rainbow into yer skull."

Tch'ing a bit, the bounty hunter then went to grab some of the rope lying around in the flatbed and tie blue xeno b***h's wrists firmly behind her back and one of the Frankenjeep's railings.

Of course, she was blabbing more and more, and Ebris was half-tempted to throw her in the back to shut her up as well. Damn women, always being annoying. "'Course I rathin' am - gotta keep her in one damn spot so I can interrogate her a** later!" As to why he was going to do that, the bounty hunter didn't bother divulging. Instead, he decided to make Ryke's life a wee bit more miserable.

Hopping down from the truck, Ebris loomed over her and looked down at her, like a parent figure before a child. "Now you get yer a** up in there and keep a damn eye on her - and if she rathin' escapes, you'll be joining her a** in the back when I catch her a** again!" It was a threat Ryke would probably know he'd follow through without hesitation. After that was said and done, the bounty scum turned in his spot and began to walk toward the scene of carnage once again.

"Gotta continue my work - besides, I think I saw some faggert running around in a rathin' dress. If I'm right, then that pansy needs to get his a** mauled outta principle!"

And off he went, looking for Jimbos to maim.

With Ebris' gravvelly response, Ryke's honestly curious expression faltered and reformed into a frown, or better yet, a scowling pout. She was just asking him a damn question but he had to go and be his usual a** of a self and retort all hot and bothered like.

"Well damn. Excuse me for bein'curious." But she knew he didn't care, he just like to give her a hard time, no matter the situation. It was like his second favorite thing to do apparently.

But she wasn't really surprised when he cracked on her about the hair. Ryke resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the perpetually grumpy man she knew as her on and off partner, her fellow bounty hunter. She was really shocked he didn't stalk her while she was on the job just to make sure she was 'doing it right'.

"That the only insult you can come up with anymore? My hair? Bah."

But nonetheless she shut up long enough to watch him finish then step back down to glare at her, his massive form nearly dwarfing her, but she just glared right back into the sourpuss face she knew quite well. He didn't intimidate her, never did. Didn't mean she disrespected him cause when he told her to do something, she did it. The parent to child analogy was a good one, considering they seemed to have this rather dysfunctional parent-child relationship.

"Wha? Why do I have to do it? Mehhh." What an a**. But she knew he meant good on his threat, not that she ever tested it but now wasn't a great time to start. So begrudgingly and not without some grumbles, Ryke did as she was told and climbed up into the Frankenjeep, annoyed and very bored.

Superior reach, Akira noted. The man was taller and his weapon was a mining pick, the swordsmen assumed to largely designed to convey the power of leverage. It was not a precision weapon of any measure of control, and to that, the swordsmen would enable his strategy. Perhaps Akira could reach Ebris with his sword, but it wasn't worth the risk.

Kiyosato would step into Ebris as he closed, drawing and slashing in one fluid motion from his left hip to his right and outwards. He was aiming for the torso, adjusting himself higher to account for the difference in height. The katana blade would pass at Ebris chest area, just above the sternum, into the ribs. This slash was meant to draw across Ebris' chest and leave a horrible wound. Akira did take into account the mining pick, and thus was ready for his blade to impact with the weapon should Ebris choose to parry or block.

Whatever the case, Akira bode his time. The sweat and heat would keep the blood slick, but, as Ebris was covering himself... he would soon find himself quite sticky, his duster and the rest clinging to his blood-soaked and splattered form. At least, this was the assumed case, given the normalcy.

Jimbo stepped in?

Ebris stepped in too. With a huge a** burst.

The bounty hunter's form instinctively hunched, creating a better center of balance as his mass boomed forward with a lurch from the balls of his feet. It was a common mistake to assume very large people were slow and ponderous - sure, they were nowhere near as agile as them skinny lil' faggerts, but what the hell do you think those long, powerful legs could do? HUEG GAIZ could get a rathton amount of forward momentum, as this dress-wearing Jimbo was about to find out.

The guy was pretty damn quick with his strike, and it sure would have caused Ebris problems, but like the Jimbo figured, the mining pick would come into play.



Sparks flew as steel slashed against steel - in this instance, the shaft of Ebris' mining pick, who had shifted his grip to an underhanded grip. It wasn't the safest of blocks, as the weapon could have been shifted up and ground upwards, potentially cutting into the hand gripping the weapon, but there were other factors that were gonna make using the long weapon a rathin' pain for the dress-wearing Jimbo.

Ebris' left was in a fist as it came up, but a loose one - which broke away into a clawed hand as soon as he had burst forward. The hand would catch the Jimbo's whipping right arm around the forearm/wrist (gripping it like an iron vise in the process), as the movement was too quick to catch it any earlier. Still, as soon as this occurred, the guy would find his movement obstructed in two areas - the mining pick and the forearm/wrist being held. This would be further made into a pain by Ebris' form colliding forward, which would press both of their arms together between their chests as the impact occurred, though slightly to Ebris' right and the Jimbo's left.

Ahh, now they were up close and person. Things were gettin' real cozy now, and they were just going to get even more snug in just a wee bit.

The bounty hunter cracked a fierce grin during it all at the pansy as his mass continued ever onward, his grip and lowered position carrying the Jimbo forward into an odd sorta tackle. It would be pretty rathin' jarring, that impact, but what was coming next was gonna make it look pleasant in comparison.

But wait, what exactly was coming next?

Why, being drove straight into the side of a truck!

Throne-bless the parking lot. For Ebris, this meant there was a rathton amount of grod to hit people with or ram people into and so forth. In this instance, it meant both of them colliding with the side of a large pickup truck, with the Jimbo sammiched in between the vehicle and 300lbs+ of HAET TRAIN. In other words:


It would only be a bit before the two of them slammed into the thing with all the loving force the bounty hunter could muster into his charge. Boy, it'd sure cause his old bones to groan, but he really didn't want to be the Jimbo in front of him right now.

During this, Ebris used his left hand to keep a hold on the guy's wrist as tight as his grip would manage, using his momentum and strength to keep it in check. His other hand still gripped the mining pick, which was still in the same position, his hand on the opposite side of the pick axe's length as to minimize any potential cuts on the blade pressed up against the other side.