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And that is what Spooky's a** would have looked like if he was morbidly obese and wearing a loincloth.

He wasn't morbidly obese, but he was indeed donning a loincloth. The stares were just about as intermixed as the guests staring on; some were envious, a few were embarrassed, a lack of vampires emotion from more than a couple individuals and overall there was a ruckus being made. Catcalls and boos only served to egg the man as he continued to step down the stairs to the ring. He smirked briefly to himself and flexed his muscles as he moved on down to the designated fighting arena. Spooky was a large, well muscled individual but he didn't hold a candle to the man he was going to be fighting. Ebris was just XBOX HUEG, hopefully though Spooky could use that to his advantage and he figured in the battle of wits that he was going to trump the bounty hunter. After the business at that Frostchild hellhole the soldier had taken the time go to the Firebrand and meet up with some of the crew again. It was overbearingly obvious that people knew the huge man, all he had to do was Gaiagle the man's name and guess what showed up?

The ********' HoH 2008.

Gaiatube was more than helpful, as were his own brief firsthand experiences in which he witnessed Ebris trounce some robot zombies. Or something. Spooky had a loose idea in his head of just how the big guy fought, but there were too many variables to account for. The soldier didn't know what his opponent was bringing to the first, nor did he know what Ebris might be planning on his own time. Mentally the game had started for him and he had decided just a few minutes ago that this fight was not going to be easy at all. Luckily for Spooky, if he won this fight, the rest of the battles afterwards were sure to be smooth sailing. Just what had Spooky chosen to do to win this? Outlast. The soldier had an ability that no one else could possibly bring with them, he could die and it didn't matter. Everyone else was sure to have some semblance of self preservation or what have you.

His bare feet touched the grating that separated them from an untimely fall to the bottom of the pit. Spooky grinned and breathed in deeply through his nostrils, before sighing aloud.

"Ahh..."

This was such a rich environment, it tickled the membranes that lined the inside of his nose and stimulated his frontal lobes. A torrent of memories flooded back into his consciousness, they were dark and terrible. Lifetimes that were very much different from the one he currently led surfaced and clung at the back of his mind like a parasite. They gnawed and writhed along his spine, squirming his shoulder blades and sliding down to the upper arms and hooking into his neck; well that was what he imagined. An intense anger consumed the soldiers' core and burned like an inferno.

Oh, he was ready.

Spooky reached to the back of his waist and wrapped his right hand around the hilt of the weapon hidden along his spine. He did not pull it free, but rather he left it there for later on when the physical aspect of this fight got started. Perhaps, just perhaps, Ebris was going to take this in a different direction and he wouldn't need the blade afterall.

The soldier stared at the larger man and replied with his head tilted awkwardly to the side.

"To prey on their fear, move like an animal, to feel the kill."

His eyes were wide and dilated, the eyebrows pulled back to the point where they were barely visible with his face contorted into mixture of insanity and glee. Something was off; surely. Spooky's knees were bent at this point and his back was hunched over, he had fallen into a crouch with his left hand supporting the front of his body weight on the ground. He continued to look upon Ebris with that unsettling expresion; just where was his mind? Spooky himself probably couldn't answer that question, it could have been floating around in any number of times or places. Identities as intermixed and exotic as the man himself; hilariously enough Ebris didn't know a thing about the man he was fighting. Sure, they had fought together but it wasn't like you could simply figure out who Spooky was. None the less, it was almost guaranteed that at least a few people knew of his past selves. Some of them may have even been mentioned in your History 101 class.

At the small of the soldiers back his right hand reajusted its grip on the Kukrage and he took in a deep breathe before releasing everything. Like a spring he shot forward from the crouch and sprinted low to the ground towards the much larger man. His entire upperbody flung to the left and right with the left hand (palm open) leading the charge as he continued to hold onto the weapon at his back. The soldier was letting out a beastial war cry as he spurted from his position to the bounty hunters' with archaic ferocity.

Yeah, this was suicidal but Spooky needed to bleed some more.

Sumbitch was apparently off his rocker.

Ebris knew he got a wee bit "odd" when things got really heated and/or he lost a rathton amount of blood, but Spooky had come in all crazy-like immediately. The bounty hunter briefly wondered if the guy was going through a PTSD episode right now - if he was, well, then Ebris was resolved to snap him back into reality pretty harshly.

A harsh grin crept onto his face as the soldier burst forward, weaving his body to and fro to try and make it harder to hit him - a decent tactic, but it wasn't gonna help him, as the distance was gonna close rathin' fast and all the huckin' and jivin' in the world wasn't gonna stop ya from getting mauled by Ebris Dhifi.

With an equally-startling burst of speed, the bounty hunter rumbled forward like a freight train. A clawed left was poised at his side, ready to intercept whatever that b*****d merc was gropin' around for near his a** with his right. As for the right, it snatched back under the folds of his duster and grabbed a hold of his mining pick's shaft. Now, with how quick things were gonna resolve into COLLISION, a normal mining pick would have been a b***h to get out and strike with. However, that wasn't the case with Ebris' baby. With a yank, the belt loop that held the weapon in place was sliced open, all thanks to the modification of having blades under the pick wedges. The mining pick was curved downward and then up, his wrist rotating to bring the weapon to bear as his arm raised up.

RATHIN' CLOSE NOW.

Ebris' right slammed down just before the collision, and with a pivot of the foot and side, the bounty hunter hacked the weapon down brutally towards the center mass of Spooky's back. If Spooky had somehow stopped on a dime and remained dead center, it'd have come down and nailed the sumbitch right in the skull. Of course, inertia wasn't gonna slack off or nuffin', so by the time it came down, it'd be hitting his back. Few things could happen if it were to hit, though - since the guy was movin' all around the place with his upper body, then it could have moved to either side and put his shoulders in the way of the thing. Or, if Ebris was rathin' lucky, it would strike down right as the center as Spooky was moving, thus nailing him in the spine, thus making the merc a para and making him eat and grod through a tube for the rest of his (infinite, lol) life.

Of course, awesome things rarely happened nowadays. Thus, Ebris was prepared to wrassle around with the faggert in the event he managed to stop the thing.

Oh, and then there was the issue of "who was gonna steamroll who". Ebris was crouched, but Spooky was lower and had the better center of gravity - however, the bounty scum was also several dozen pounds of meat and HAET bigger than Spooky, so who the rath knows who would come out on top of that little competition.

((Hurr, placeholder till I'm done getting over puking. Meh.))