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Bloodbath may be held in an underground missile silo... but people still need a place to park their rides.

When you walk out of the building, there's a good open stretch of blacktop out there, some parked cars and motorcycles, and even a dumpster against the side of the building and a pile of ********' bricks.

And a bunch of sore losers.




Who's taking the walk of shame out that door and into the path of a brick thrown at their head?

Arian.
Xehart.
Gamma.
Ebris.
Fox.
Tres.
Musuo.



All Bloodbath rules apply. That is to say, there are no damn rules. Do whatever the hell you want to the other guy. The only difference is that since this is a parking lot and not a pit, it might not be one on one and people are going to be walking out of there with all 3 pieces of s**t they brought in with them instead of just one. Due to the proximity to the silo, powers are still locked down.

Xehart had been walking out into the parking lot, when he saw the large hulking fool that was Ebris. He was yelling something nonsensical, just like their previous encounter. This made Xehart smile, the fool couldn't even learn the English language. Xehart assumed as much though, learning a language was beyond most of the common apes and primates.

Xehart had all his weapons upon his body, his large spike in his left palm, his forearm blade on his right arm, and held in his right hand was his large spiked chain, looped around his hand roughly.

As the brick came at him, the agile warrior easily side-stepped the flying projectile, and watched as it collided with a brick wall some distance behind him, shattering into dust. He then turned his attention back towards the walking tank that was Ebris.

"This is fortunate for us both, I happen to have an extreme disliking for your face too. Allow me to remove it for you, it's pretty ugly anyway."

With that said, Xehart began to spin his right hand and arm, moving the chain slowly at first, feeding more and more into the spin the faster he got. With a good amount of chain still looped in his hand he was spinning the spiked chain very fast, about four feet in length was spinning anti-clockwise around his wrist and hand, ready to shoot out at a moment's notice.

Xehart wasn't going to just stand there while a metaphorical rhinoceros was charging at him. He began backing up, but slow enough that he'd still be able to put a rhythm in his chain swinging.

As soon as Ebris got within seven feet of him, Xehart let loose his chain like a whip crack, suddenly loosing the spinning spiked chain and its momentum, aiming straight at Ebris' legs. Hopefully the cracking whip motion of spiked metal would be enough to trip up the large man who was moving at quite a pace. Xehart didn't think if he was that large, moving that fast, he would have great balance.

As soon as his strike was done he would quickly snap the chain back, and move backwards as fast as he possibly could, in the event that Ebris wasn't tripped up by the chain, or even if he was. Ebris was large, tripping at that distance might still put him in range of Xehart. He watched the mining pick especially, he didn't want the large man to throw that so close without it being watched.

((HEY FAGGERTS! Slifer or anyone else - get yer asses in hurr so I can get some fightin' on.))

((Sorry, I was gonna reply earlier today but i slammed my finger in a door, so you'll have to excuse me if this post cuts out all but the nitty gritty, i'll also be gone til saturday))

Ebris would be upon Xehart in any second, so he made a quick counter with his whip-like chain. As he brought the whip back, he raised his arm, and quickly snapped his wrist as he brought it back, causing the chain to go flying at Ebris' head and neck.

At the same time, Xehart brought up his left hand, aiming to stop any sort of blow that Ebris sent his way with his fist. He was relying on Ebris blocking the whip-snap with his mining pick, or suffer a lacerated arm.

Xehart would indeed be confused about his lack of whipping, but that would only last until he himself hit the wall behind him, and the confusion would be cleared up. It was a shame that Ebris allowed himself time to talk to his friend, it gave Xehart time to react to the incoming attack Ebris would produce.

As Ebris' pick got closer to striking Xehart, he dropped, his legs pushing out in front of him, his a** dropped and hit the floor with a thud, essentially he was sitting down now, with his legs straight ahead of him. It would cause the mining pick to swing and get stuck in the wall that was behind Xehart.

Xehart then attacked with his right forearm blade, the arm immediately extending out, hard and sharp, aiming to pierce Ebris in the groin. The whip was still around Xehart's arm, but it didn't matter, it was now coiled around the floor, its slack still there. With the width of the blade, it would sever most of the equipment down there if it struck. His left hand was still ready to counter a punch or strike from Ebris.

Hahaha, those silly, rathin' bitches.

They thought that him talking would distract him from the fight?

Sure, it'd distract some green sumbitch, but Ebris was anything but green - if the damn tournament hadn't been scrigg'd, it was a rathin' good chance he'd have smashed and bashed his way to the top.

So, the bounty hunter was gonna show these punk kids just what woulda happened if he had remained in the tournament.

The mining pick whistled down, though when it missed, it didn't embed itself within the brick wall - it's arc was a curved one, which was aimed to have torn itself free from the Jimbo's body if it had connected with the bladed underside. This meant that the little punk was still a candidate to get rathin' mined, but Ebris had something else in mind.

Remember that oncoming left hand?



The Jimbo would now realize that he had been rathin' had. Ebris may have been a brawler, but he was far from dumb when it came to fighting.

By ducking, the sumbitch would basically be putting himself in perfect position to get hit in the face by his left hand, which had been coming in from below. Ebris could have nailed the Jimbo with an uppercut from that position, but his body was in a position to not deliver all his strength into it within the initial strike. So, he palmed the face of the sumbitch instead, his digits curling around the skull and clamping down like a vise - something that wasn't going to cause a lot of damage, but what happened next would.



His left continued, side following the movement, and drove the pansy's skull into the brick wall.

All sorts of nasty things would happen when anyone drove someone's skull into a brick wall, and when a 300lbs+ man slammed the the head of a little shrimp weighing half his weight into a wall, well, that was just plain wrong. Ebris was mustering all his force into the blow, and in addition, the movement drove the Jimbo away, which mean his little stab (which would have been off due to the grab anyway) was thrown off, probably pricking the bounty hunter somewhere in the side.

After the first bloody impact, Ebris pulled back and proceeded to do the whole thing all over again.

And again.

And again.



It was pretty much over. The Jimbo could try and stab him with his silly blade some more, but it'd be pretty damn hard to do - kinda hard to see with a massive hand over your face and concentrate when someone was cracking your skull open (and Ebris would probably retaliate with even meaner methods if he was getting stabbed). The brain would get thrown around and smashed up, then eventually start to break apart and leak out of every orifice on the skull, natural or man-made.

Best advice? Act like Ebris was a rathin' bear and play dead. Might actually work.

Except it wouldn't happen that way.

Ebris' left was coming up before the Jimbo started to move down - his limb had the initiative, and at their current proximity, it was nigh-impossible to stop. Still, even so, the little grod would have had a chance to do what he had wanted to do if he had deflected with his right - the limb that corresponded to Ebris' left - but that was trying to do other things at the moment.

So yeah, the smashing would continue unabated, with Ebris' palm gripping the Jimbo's skull tightly.

And now things would get even worse for the idiot sumbitch - shoulda played dead or nice, but noooo, he tried to stab the bounty hunter. So, while the pansy was pre-occupied with trying to stab his left hand (and failing, though probably succeeding with cutting up the side of the hand), Ebris' own right came back up, and guess what came back down?

Yep. The mining pick.

The weapon would hack down into the spot where the Jimbo's arm connected to his shoulder. Skin, fat, muscle, cartilage and even bone would part beneath the weapon's strike, as it was a device meant to chop into the densest of materials. The arm wouldn't immediately part from the shoulder, as there were still some connective tissues left, but the thing was pretty rathin' useless at this point. This was all done after the first impact against the wall - Ebris pressed his weight against the Jimbo's body during this, preventing him entirely from wriggling away from the blow. The own guy's right blade would have problems cutting anything at all with his arm blade, as Ebris' fully-extended reach was much longer than his. Still, Ebris wound up with a decent cut along his upper thigh, but no special cutting for the Jimbo.

After that was done, the bounty scum would continue smashing the guy's skull into brick hell. The first impact would have shredded skin, dented the skull and started smashing up the brain. Most people would have blacked out instantly from a blow like that from Ebris - poor, rathin' Jimbo seemed too rathin' stupid to get knocked out, so he was going to experience all the pain the bounty hunter had to dish out in wakie-wakie land.