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 Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 10:37 pm
Number 66 vs. Demi-Devil
FIGHT!
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:26 pm
Wonce apon e somer saeson, the weather churned into an unsettling smoulder, emanating waves of heat that visibly distorted the air around the inspector's nondescript form in a familiar highway mirage.
The wide arena had plenty of space, open-center-stage. Still, he stalked closely by the wall on his silent warpath from his first step out of the gates. Left, right, and left once more. Assurance of temporary non-hostility was only found in the sullenly relaxed way he touched the partition that protected the front row bleachers from the ground. Miniscule and deft, miniscule and deft, made by bandaged fingertips far too blunt to produce an immediately apparent visual.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:36 am
* walks out with both blades in hand* ..........
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:46 pm
Over on the other end of the arena, Mr. Mummy brushed off a knuckle over his seeming attempt at scratching the wall, standing stiff and unwavering as a preacher. Again left, again right, and left further more.
Coke-bottle glasses under an Enfield cap slowly focused around the rest of the fighting grounds at his opponent, eliciting a series of skeletal popping noises from his neck. He continued to scratch at the wall every few yards or so without looking at his handiwork, as his free right hand unclasped a leather holster on his web-belt. It gripped the top of whatever was secured inside, and stayed there, primed on the draw.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:57 pm
*stands there blades out * make the first move twisted
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:16 pm
The man exhales a chalkdust draft of steam, and unceremoniously drops his previously scratching hand to his side. As he turns slowly on a steel-reinforced heel, he flicks the flat of his palm at the ground, then makes a fist, which pops a few stiff joints in the process.
Carefully, he uncurls his fingers again, though the pinky remains closed and refuses to cooperate. The other four reach into one of his outer lapel pockets.
In brisk strides he begins to close the long distance between him and the other, right hand still ready to clear leather.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:19 pm
*stands there* what are you doing
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:34 pm
Reply hazy, try again. By now, he had a firm grip on whatever he had in his pocket, and the inspector was within throwing distance. A charge on either side was out of the question.
Point A and Point B were no longer connected by a straight line, either. The inspector was now walking at an angle in the gradual direction of his opponent's left flank.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:59 pm
cone on pull out your weapon and lets go twisted
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:54 am
Now both of them toed that fine line just at the end of throwing distance, still at a bit too much runway space for a sudden charge.
The inspector lifted from his pocket what amounted to be a clear, gel-filled prosthetic recreational device in the shape of a well-endowed phallus. In the same backhand motion he used to take it out, he singlehandedly pitched it in a flawless change-up at his opponent without a moment's hesitation.
The polymer grip of a revolver shifted a fraction of an inch from his right sleeve, falling out only to dangle from the end of a chain handcuffed to the wrist. Not a single ray from the sun reflected off its dull-matte surface.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:03 pm
(walks in sits down)this will be fun
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:15 pm
Suddenly, the skies opened up, and the sound of the "hallehujah" song played, and behold!, out from the skies came Jesus, who rode down on a cloud, and watched the entire fight untill this point. Then he stood up on the cloud and pointed at Souless Spider, and spoke, his voice booming like thunder...
"YOU SUCK!"
And with that, he returned to heaven, and the skies closed back up, the sounds of hallaujah ended.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 1:08 pm
"OH MY GOD IT WAS JESUS." screamed out some random person "SHUT UP PHIL, I"M TRYIN TO WATCH it was the voice of a woman, obviously trying to get her husband to stfu "Aww, don't get your panties in a bunch..."
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