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Null and void for the knee to the face. There wouldn't be enough room for Ryke to go through with it. But She still grabbed Nocere's hair, and her head still went forward, but nothing more happened.

The alien followed through with her suplex. Except, what about her hair getting grabbed, wouldn't some of it get pulled out? Sure, but since she normally didn't have flowing hair, she didn't think about it.

When Ryke hits the asphalt, it'll kill her back, hurt her like a sonuvabitch. Nocere's hair would be pulled out, and as she, herself, landed on her back she smile~. The pain was wonderful.

She'd stand up quickly, and head back for the Frankenjeep's flatbed, to grab a hammer, and a tire-iron.

Oh, that little grod.

That punk sure had pressed the right button; if Ebris wasn't risking the chance to bleed out all over the rathin' parking lot, he'd have stormed up to Colin and would have pounded him into the car frame so badly, it'd be impossible to tell one from the other. Still, it didn't take effort to threaten, giving him a death glare as he passed as well.

"Shut yer Throne-damned trap, you punk - that b*****d Spooky rigged the match and got me DQ'ed before I was even able to finish my second attack!" He growled, grinding his pearly whites together in a seething rage. "Say anything again and I won't give to grods worth a damn about these grodpacked wounds, 'cause I'll be too busy introducing you to the insides of an engine block."

Yeah, definitely pressed a button.

Oh well, at least Ebris was too concerned with other things, as he automatically believed what the merc said next. "Rathin' knew it. That damn broad is getting to everyone with that stupid a** fad hair of hers. Change it back before someone like me kicks yer a** for it, you dumbass." Ebris spat with disgust, wondering why the hell these idiot kids nowadays did that grod. His reverie was broken (and he never got a chance to really look at Colin's eyes, or there'd have been hell to pay) at the growing noise ahead, which he had to bend around the side of a car to see what the rath was going on.

What awaited him caused one big a** grin to break out over his chiseled mug, which then burst into laughter.

"BAHAHAHA! RATHIN' KNEW IT! BUNCHA DAMN DYKES!"

Poor, poor Ryke. Getting caught in another fight with a women during the wrestling moments of it. She'd never have a chance of proving her so-called "straightness".

The bounty scum whooped and bellowed with laughter, bending over and slapping his knee and instantly regretting it due to the wounds, but still kept laughing through it all through a grimace.

"HHNGAHAHAHAHOWW! DAMN! Wow, rathin' hilarious, I tells ya!" The old man wiped away a tear, shaking his head at the sight of it all. Ohh, how it cheered him up to have his beliefs utterly confirmed by those two bitches rolling around on the ground and playing grabass. Ebris was in such a good mood now that he didn't even bother wrangling blue xeno b***h immediately up again.

"Heh heh, you two bitches play nice while I freshen up, ya hear?" Snickering harshly, Ebris proceeded to mosey his way up to the Frankenjeep's cab, where he could get all the stitches, gauze and med grod he needed to patch himself up and get ready for the next batch of killing.

Ebris wouldn't see all that grod happening.

Why?

Too busy patching his busted a** up.

It was a pretty rathin' painful process, but he managed to cope. Stitches were used to sew wounds back up - afterwards, antibiotics and the like were applied, then a liberal dosage of gauze wrap. The other wounds from earlier were tiny and had already clotted up, so they didn't need any attention. He was pretty good to go, even though he knew he was gonna start rathin' bleeding again as soon as he started pounding the next Jimbo who he came across.

Oh well.

A few more moments were dedicated to putting all his grod back on (which pretty much hid all visual confirmation of his wounds) and slid himself out of the Frankenjeep with a large grunt.

After thudding to the pavement, Ebris slammed the truck's door shut and sniffed the air, glancing about the parking lot, ignoring the immediate ruckuss from the wrasslin' dykes. His mining pick was still clenched in his right fist.

Time to find him some Jimbos.

Well, that explained a lot. Damned soldier rigger the whole thing. Explains why Colin got stuck fighting giant anthros. Well, if Ebris didn't do it first, Colin would have to hire the merc to get the job done. Considering his tone, he probably wouldn't have to. Another sip from his beer, and he'd hand the can to the sh*tter of a friend. Considering the relationship they had, "friend" wouldn't be the right word, but since Colin's body was still in the same position it had been for about a minute now, there had to be some sort of camaraderie going on. Sure, the draft was weak as hell, and Ebris would probably laugh at it, but an offer of beer was an offer of beer.

As the bounty hunter laughed his huge *ss off, Colin turned his head, rotating it to loosen out some of the kinks he'd gotten during his round and a bit, when he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. Craning his neck, a loud pop would issue forth, and Colin would grunt. Hurt so good.

Oi! Who the F*CK are you?!

Yeah, he called out the newcomer. Figured he'd get everyone's attention to turn to the new guy for a few seconds. Sliding off of the car lid, the punker would walk past the probably still chuckling Ebris and start to heads towards the fresh meat. Lesbian pr0n could wait. They'd still be there when things were done.

Colin slowly started to rotate his shoulders, loosening up his body as he closed the distance between him and whoever this guy was. Hey, wasn't he another loser from Bloodbath? Where were his scars? His wounds? Did this p*ssy expect to get out of here without some reminders of why this place had no rules?

Not if Kitten Hats this punker and his blue hair had anything to say about it.

Well, ain't this rathin' grand.

Ebris had stupidly figured that blue xeno b***h was gonna duke it out with Ryke, but noooooo, the damn fem seemed to still have a bone to pick with him. Rathin' fems, always thinking irrationally and grod and getting themselves into situations that'd rath 'em over.

"Hhng! Shoulda rathin' stayed tied up, b***h!" Ebris seethed after the initial impact, and proceeded to begin a series of events that would lead to a whole lotta pain for the woman.

As soon as blue xeno b***h began to turn to face his right, Ebris proceeded to grab a hold of the fem's legs and suddenly jerk his entire body forward and down, using the additional weight on top to aid the move.

Objective?

There was a nice, shiny car next to him, and Ebris felt like introducing blue xeno b***h to it. Painfully.

Her upper body/head was aimed to slam painfully into the hood at full force. If she continued through with her attack, she'd find out that hammer prongs don't make the best of stabbing devices - sure, some skin would tear through the coat, but they're much more effective at busting through stuff like drywall.

Tekka seemed to be very cheerful as she rolled out of the Bloodbath complex and into the parking lot in a wheelchair. In fact she seemed to be overly happy considering the condition that she was in and the amount of injuries that she had sustained. The truth of the matter was that despite all of the pain she was having to endure she had never sat in a wheelchair before and the woman was having just a little bit too much fun rolling herself around.

She was going slightly in circles though because only her left arm was pushing a wheel forwards. Her right arm was resting across her lap in a sling that went around her neck because her shoulder had been dislocated by Crawley in her last match. Her right leg was stretched out on the rest in front of the chair with a fresh brace placed upon her knee and fresh bandages on her leg even though it was already beginning to get moist over the places where Akechi had torn her leg open. Her equipment was tucked in her lap along with her weapons with the exception of a black cloth tied around her head over her eyes.

The very first thing that Tekka would do after getting out of the building would be to find a slope and roll down it into the parking lot.

Crawley stepped out with his face 400 kinds of bloodied up and bruised.

"Alright... let's do this."