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It seemed things weren't going to work out both the way they had planned.

The guy was pretty rathin' smooth with his moves, and they would work partially - the guy wouldn't get completely sammiched between Ebris and the truck. Hell, maybe not at all.

However, for all the speed he had in his hands, so did Ebris.

Outside of these little competitions, Ebris was a gunslinger. When it came to his hands shooting out at things, he was pretty damn rathin' fast. Needless to say, the Jimbo had the initiative. However, the guy had stepped in with the move, making the distance between them even shorter, during which Ebris had stepped in too, bringing both his arms up. His left, holding the mining pick, would have been the first contact, as it was closest to the blade. Still, the estimation of the bounty hunter grabbing the forearm/wrist wasn't off - as stated the two of them were moving in at the same time, and with the sword being partially slowed by grinding up against a steel shaft being pressed up against it, coupled with Ebris' own speed in hands and charge, it'd probably be safe to say that the arm was grabbed.

Now, this created an interesting situation.

The Jimbo was still moving off to the side with his motion, which meant he was safe from Ebris' mass colliding with his own. Of course, the bounty hunter couldn't stop such a momentous charge in an instant, so he'd continue onward. Samurai Jimbo's body was safe...but what about his arm?



Dragged forward with enough force to yank painfully at the joint, Ebris' immediate reaction was to yank back to his side with his left, further pulling the Jimbo and his arm forward. This movement brought the sword even closer, and coupled with the guy's drawing movement, brought the thing dangerously close to Ebris' clothed chest - and because of the movement, the sumbitch managed to score first blood.



Ebris grunted in pain as the blade sunk into the front'ish side of his rib cage, beginning to slice through clothing, flesh and even into the first bit of muscle.

This would have been bad - however, Ebris still had his right.

What was that doing, anyway? Well, it was pushing forward from its original side position, mining pick still in hand and pressed against the blade. This would cause the sword to move at an awkward angle in the sumbitch's hand, probably causing him to become disarmed. As this happened, he began to shift his grip as quickly as he could, as having the blades/pointy ends of the mining pick pointed at him and not to the sides was not a good idea.

So, Samurai Jimbo got off pretty lucky - instead of getting entirely smashed, it looked like his arm was the one that would be getting smooshed between Ebris and the truck. Since there wasn't anything immediately pressed up against the arm directly, there was even a chance it wouldn't break from the impact, though it would still hurt like all hell.

No one important. Then smashing her skull shouldn't be a big deal, right? Babysitting, ha-ha. Big guy thought Nocere would be escapin' on him, well at least he didn't think lowly of the alien. Didn't know what she was capable and whatnot.



Too late, the alien had figured her way out of ropes and picking her pained a** up off the flatbed. She stood, and five-foot-seven of 'er, and stared down at the chick who was suppose to be 'babysitting' her.

There wasn't much space between them. Depending what Zandra did as Nocere stood things would go:

If Zandy stays sitting: A quick kick to the head should do well.

If Zandy stands up also: Nocere would tackle her, the alien's arms wrapping around her waist and sending them both off the jeeps flatbed.

Think Samurai Jimbo left an impression on that damn electric razor-shaped truck?

Hur hur, ain't seen nothin' yet.



The whole damn thing shook from the impact. Ebris had shifted his form, ending the charge with a left step so it was a shoulder ram into the aluminum chassis of the thing. Needless to say, someone was gonna drive home thinking that some douchenozzle had nailed his rathin' ride while gunning through the lot at around 20mph.

Bones indeed creaked and groaned, but Ebris was the kind of monstrous sumbitch to take that kinda grod and keep on ticking. Ebris immediately pulled himself out of the thing and began to take a step forward/to the side as soon as he felt weird grod happening with his grip on the guy's arm. The bounty hunter was pissed off that the little faggert was working some Judo bullgrod on his arm, which in his current awkward position, really did mean he couldn't keep a grip on it. So, before the sumbitch could effectively pry his paws off his arm, Ebris' left let go and immediately went for something else - the punk's face. The bounty hunter's fist hooked out and up to try and slam jarringly down into the side of the punk's face, using a snapping motion of the shoulder and upper torso, probably causing a whole heap of pain from the whipping motion and the strength/size disparity between the two. It also was helped by Ebris' step, and Samurai Jimbo might find it difficult to stop due to Ebris' height advantage and it being an overarching punch.

Mmmm, Sledgefisting. Hoped the punk didn't mind eating mashed peas, as that tended to happen to sumbitches who got slugged by the bounty scum.

And, of course, the sumbitch had a smaller pansy sword to complete his pansy sword collection. Dress-wearing faggerts always did, it seemed.

Samurai Jimbo's smaller weapon might not have been able to cut through any bones stronger than a finger (and maybe a wrist) with a one handed grip and it being lighter, but it could still cut through meat and still make grod a rathin' pain for Ebris, especially if it got near any tendons or arteries.

It wasn't the best of blocks, but rath, not much else he could do in the situation - the head of the mining pick was pointing down from the position Ebris held it, so he just thrust the thing down to smack hard into the oncoming blade.

Nice, close and personal - just how Ebris liked it, even if the rathin' b***h was in a dress and used p***y swords.

Situations like these were why Ebris loved the fact that there were no rules in this rathin' tournament.

Stuff like hair pulling? Not a problem. After the bounty hunter's fist had connected, it immediately went for the mane of hair (or pony tail if it was done up) at the rear of the guy's skull, catching it as he moved down. The reasons for this was pretty rathin' simple and effective - one, it provided the strongest base of hair to grab onto, and two, it made what Ebris did next all the more damn effective.

He just pulled back and up with all his rathin' might.

It would be rathin' painful as all hell, as some of the scalp would be torn free from the wounded flesh (though not all, as he had grabbed from mostly the rear of the guy's skull), as well as snapping his head brutally to the right and up, putting all sorts of awful strain on his neck. This would further be amplified by Samurai Jimbo's own sudden move downward. It wouldn't break the guy's neck or anything probably, but it would deliver one mean shock to the guy's system.

That, ladies and rathin' gentlemen, is why you do not wear yer grodpacked hair long like a p***y when ya plan on fighting folk.

The guy would also succeed in hitting Ebris' leg with his pansy sword, but it wasn't the meaty thigh as had hoped. The bounty hunter's right was the one ahead of everything, putting his left more to the rear. It wasn't in a position to evade the blow entirely, but instead of a juicy target, the sword scraped up against something a wee bit harder - his knee.

Ebris swore in his mind, feeling flesh part and bone getting a groove cut into it, which instinctively caused his leg to slide backwards and away from the attack by his foot. There ain't gonna be any more of that grod, and Ebris had a plan to make sure it didn't.

What was that?

By driving his mining pick right up into the gut of Samurai Jimbo.

The weapon had still been in its original position - a solid underhand grip - and all Ebris needed to do was to shift the picks to face the guy as he drove it up. The thing was already past the guy's guard, and with the close proximity, it meant that Samurai Jimbo was prolly gonna get to feel what it was like to get rammed through the abdomen by a large, pointy, steel obtrusion.

Ebris was annoyed - guy was wearing a rathin' dress, but the little grod was definitely holding up rathin' well through the pain. Had to give him some small mote of respect there.

Getting stabbed in the gut was one of the most painful things a man could experience. The stomach tended to get a** raped to all hell, causing its lovely digestive juices to spill into the rest of the organs, ruining their party as well. Cause of death from such a wound generally? Shock from blood loss. Guy was rathin' lucky it wasn't a gunshot wound, as that grod would have taken days to kill him. It was a thought that would make most pretty damn queasy.

It was then time to get the rath outta there. Ebris knew from multiple experiences that dead men walkin' tended to try and take the a*****e that killed them down with 'em - a tactic the bounty hunter respected and would rathin' do himself, but grod, he sure as hell made every attempt not to get caught in 'em himself.

As the bounty scum's axe pick introduced itself to its new organ neighbors, Ebris continued to let his left leg pull back, which pulled his side back as well. If the aged hunter had wielded a normal mining pick, the movement would had found itself halted as the mining pick wouldn't budge, but the bladed undersides helped him cut right though the guy's stomach and out the side, gutting him wide open to the world. While this happened, Ebris pushed down and forward with his right briefly, letting go of the hair in the process - this would probably knock Samurai Jimbo off balance as he was pushed off to the side and possibly onto the ground.

Still, Ebris wasn't able to move quick enough to stop what came next entirely. As his form pulled and turned back, the faggert sword lashed up, catching the side of the hunter and biting deep. It had been the deepest wound the sumbitch had inflicted, which caused Ebris' world to light up white from the pain. Still, his movement had saved him from getting an organ skewered, which was the important thing.

After all of that grod was said and done, the bounty hunter briefly reflected on what the sumbitch had uttered - on how he couldnt, no, wouldn't, die. He shook his head, breathing and wincing painfully from his fresh wounds, before giving a response.

Ryke had kept, or tried to keep a trained eye on the blue alien Ebris was so obsessed with for whatever reason. Honestly, she was still annoyed over having to sit here and watch her.

What did he think was gonna happen anyway?

Well apparently she shoulda thought that through a little further because Xeno woman was worming her way out of her restraints and before she knew it, on her way to being free.

Aw hell.

Guess she had to take care of that.

Ryke rose from her former sitting position, but unfortunately her lack of attention had cost her the speed it would have taken to stop Nocere before she got to her own feet and moved in for a tackle.

So of course the two femmes collided and fell back out of the flatbed as expected. There was no preventing that, but a smart move on Ryke's part meant twisting to her left in order to keep from landing on their backs, but on their sides instead.

Their moderately awkward position, with Nocere still on top, spurned a new level of annoyance within the tomboyish bounty hunter. She wasn't gonna let this crazy broad take her down so easy and swung with her right, a punch to the side of Nocere's face. Her goal? To stun her. At least enough to let her attempt a roll and pin. But we'll see how that goes.

"The hell did you do that for?!" She yelled up at the alien, not really expecting an answer, but at least to express her aggravation.

Know what wasn't good for a headache? A whining Ebris. Bloke's voice sounded like a gong. Felt like one, too. Blinking in pain, Colin would scratch his head. His skull still itched from getting knocked around. He had no sense of preservation, so any retort he was about to spit out was purposeful and he intended for them to be hostile.

At least I got past the first round, you numpty bender.

He knew all about the guy loosing to Spooky, which was inexcusable. Little pansy had nothing on Ebris, yet here he was, bawing with fists and RAEG. Taking another sip of his beer, Colin would make an off-hand remark about his blue hair.

Ryke did it.

Yeah, he knew how close those two were, and he figured that was the perfect excuse. The real reason was for the club scene. have any idea how many totties you can pick up if you've got blue hair? Enough. Ebris didn't need to know that, though, so he'd blame her.

Through the bellowing Ebris was laying down on his ears, Colin also managed to hear the scuffling coming from behind the bounty scum. Leaning over, which was a very difficult task considering the size of the grandpa in front of him, Colin could see Ryke and some blue prat rolling around.

Looks like the dyke's getting some. Might want to tell her to use a rubber.

Taking another sip, Colin would blink lazily. He was in bad shape, and would be no challenge for Ebris is the bloke decided to box his ears a bit. He had on his shirt, but his jacket was back at home. Wouldn't be too bright to wear long sleeves to a H2H fight. On his waist were his knife and kamagong stick, neither in an easily accessible place at the moment. His blue hair was dirty, some blood smeared into it on the right side. He was surprised the bloke hadn't snapped at his eyes. Having pupils that looked like a cat's was usually associated with metas, but he'd been born with them. A disease. A mutation in his DNA. Then again, the Squat Punt Champion would more than likely just assume the worst and toss a fist Colin's way. That made more sense. the punker sure as hell hoped not, though. He was sore enough as it is.

Besides, he liked watching lesbians shag.