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Oh, the fun they had.

"RATHIN' RATH! PISS ON YOUR GRODPACKED MOTHER! a**!"

WHU-WHUD

Blows were exchanged simultaneously - Ebris' right drove up to under Athan's chin as he rolled on top while the Jimbo's left came down to nail him in the eye, giving him the beginnings of a big-ol' shiner. Through it all, Ebris realized that the big boy wasn't all show - he could rathin' hit back just as hard as he could! Flesh rippled and bone quaked and the air seemed to shimmer with force with each of the crazy brawlers' blows. Anything that got in their rolling path would get just rathin' annihilated.

With the thrust of his body while gripping a hold of the guy's armor, Ebris turned things around for the moment and rolled the b*****d over. The bounty hunted curved his left back and arced a downwards blow straight to the sumbitch's nose - he didn't even bother trying to guard, as he was gripping the armor with his right still and keeping him in place. There would be no rathin' pansy dodging or blocking in this fight.



"Eh?"

Glancing back, Ebris saw some freaky little rather with long hair and a HUEG sword coming toward them. Not only that, but the rather had wings - WINGS! Rathin' META!

"DON'T YOU RATHIN' POINT THAT STICK AT ME, YOU PANSY-a** LONG HAIRED f*****t RATHER!"

The words exchanged were quite possibly more harsh than the blows.

In a move that would likely surprise the punk below him, Ebris yanked himself up quickly, letting his other hand go and knocking any hands from Athan away if he was still latched on. Backing up, the bounty hunter bent down and grabbed a hold of the Jimbo's armored ankles. Clamping down like a vice, Ebris began to pull back and start spinning. Athan was a heavy a*****e, but the bounty scum was still able to heft him around with his insane strength pretty effectively.

"HEY JIMBO, GO SAY HI TO THAT RATHIN' PANSY!"

And with the completion of two revolutions, Ebris proceeded to let go and hurl the sumbitch all the way at the oncoming Tzenidaar.

3 WAY FFA, GO.

Colin looked up at the sixth KH member and, with a hoarse voice that smelled like the sewage he'd been soaking in, Colin barked out a few words.

Got GUN'd and katana'd.

Colin would be surprised that he was still alive, but 'GOD' said he wasn't supposed to die yet, so he figured he'd be safe for a while. Clenching his fingers, Colin would feel the strain in his back, the bullets moving around like teenagers on ecstasy, his muscles the beat. Not quite the rave party he enjoyed being a part of.

Noticing finally that he was moving, Colin would try to swallow some spit a few times before giving up, croaking out a few more words.

What are you doing?

+++Everything seemed to happen as Dzan had lain there. His sack hurt like a b***h. He was coughing up some blood. He'd have to get that s**t checked out after this, but he was slowly gaining his true consciousness. Then the ******** emergency break was pulled and he slid forward before the wire wrapped around his arm caught. PAIN! MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF PAIN!

+++He'd black out for a few seconds before coming to. He merely laid there again before unwrapped his now bloodied arm. A small smirk forming upon his lips as he brought the arm up and licked the blood away. It still kept coming, but he wouldn't care. His Healing Cell would help clot the wounds and help regenerate blood. Though, he'd feel weak after a few moments.

+++"Gakking hell. That was fugging fun!" He'd exclaim as he sat on the hood. Blood dripping from his wound as if it was sweat, a small grin upon his lips, an insane gaze in his eyes, and an idling chainsword in his grip. Though, the chainsword would slowly come to a halt as the activation rune was hit again. Thus, he merely sat there.

+++"What's going on?"

"RATH ON THIS YOU STUPID ********! LEARN HOW TO SWEAR IN ENGLISH!"

Just as he finished a right caught him in the jaw and Athan's head snapped back, only to come straight forward in the form of another headbutt. Athan was beginning to lose track of who was hitting who harder and was just concentrating on hitting the thing that looked roughly like a face beneath him.

Then he got rolled over, and the world came into a clear view for a brief moment before another punch rocked him out of his senses yet again. While Ebris was able to concentrate his yelling at Tzenidaar, Athan's verbal abuse had devolved into some sort of amalgamation between common swear words, Ebris' own made up language, and random shouting.

Ebris had managed to reopen a cut above Athan's eye, so when that started flowing, he was practically blind. Hell, it took him awhile to realize that Tzenidaar had entered the fray, and that he wasn't even punching at Ebris anymore.

By then, it was a little too late.

Athan was a big guy, and four hundred pounds was a lot to keep airborne for awhile. So the armored man would careen towards Tzenidaar, presumably to hit him somewhere in the chest if he was close, and take him out at the legs if he wasn't.

"What was that, you big headed, flat faced, ugly ******** jumped into the air with a mighty leap, both legs curling up with his knees up against his chest as Athan came soaring forward. He wasnt dumb enough to take some four hundred pounds head on.

And then his left leg would slam down on Athan's face, armoured feet driving down into a mid-air stomp, quickly followed by his right foot against Athan's chest to keep his body level, as if he was stepping over him.

He landed in a... well, you could say crouch, but it was more like a low stumble since he kept going forward until he came right up to Ebris's ugly mug.

And this is the part where you'd see one guy push his forehead into the other guy's while screaming into their face like some drill sergeant, with spit all flying out of their mouth and all.

"Say that again you giant piss smelling hobo? You looking to have your foot removed and shoved through yer earhole?"

He ground his forehead further forward, turning his face, "HUH!?"

"I'm not going to lie to you... it doesn't look good."

James didn't really have much that he could do for the guy after all was said and done. A first aid kit isn't necessarily the sort of thing that you repair extensive internal injuries with. The guy had also lost a lot of blood, and even with what James had put back into him Colin was still running on a half tank.

"We need to get you to either a real hospital or a proper witch for this kind of damage. So how 'bout a beer?"

He pulled the mask back up over his face. There wasn't any beer here as far as he knew, but maybe there was a vending machine or something he could get some bottled water out of. Having Colin drink that would at least dilute his stomach acid a bit so it wouldn't eat through the lining of his stomach. A beer might have been better in the long run, as long as it had a decent alcohol content.

But hell, what did he know. He wasn't a doctor.

Man, this was crazy. We can keep saying that, as if it'll help things seem a little less crazy. But there was no amount of repeating a litany and truth to help Lazenca understand why they were really fighting. But as Athan was forcibly ejected, Lazenca got a good sense who was on whose side.

Rather than do something stupid and go up to Ebris and ask calmly what was going on (no matter how much Laz wanted to do that), he watched with his arms folded for someone to stop screaming.

...then remembered that scientists were probably KO'd from a building collapsing on them.

"Sezahm!"

Lazenca ran inside through the hole the truck made, ignoring whoever came out unless they tried to stop him or otherwise presented themselves as being threats, to make sure the happy rich researchers were still alive.