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Post by Speenatch on Jan 15, 2017 22:46:49 GMT
Speenatch laughed at the effects of his handiwork. He gave a good bit of rumbling laughter straight from his belly, while keeping his arms crossed. He had to admit, that was rather embarrassing if Mammon was indeed a demon. Being bound by teenagers with a love for black and an idle attraction to the supernatural? And then having to obey their commands for almost an entire week? That had to have been an interesting experience... If it ever happened at all. ...Speenatch was still skeptical about the whole "demon" thing. But he had to admit that it was a bit fun messing with the big and scary monster. Enough to get him to give a proper death-glare. ‘ Heh… Got tha heroic mockery down. Now if I c’n just see how quick I c’n come up with quips…’ After Big Train caught on, and asked his own question, the shorter fighter gave his encouragement. " See? There ya go, buddy! Yer gettin’ it now!” He then uncrossed his arms juuuuuust slightly. Thus, allowing a hand to go up to his chin and stroke his goatee. There, soon they’d know where everyone was. Which meant they could hopefully… free them? Or at least round them back up into their town. Sans two bad-guys acting like stereotypical movie villains. His smile and good cheer were completely lost after Dantalion’s next words. The ones about destroying cities, and having to do so thanks to his looks. On a planet filled with aliens just as weird looking as he was. And then he just straight up threatened to kill anyone nearby unless he was paid slightly less than before. Really?! While still keeping up his “Steel” affectation, Speenatch did not keep the usual, boisterous tone. No hint of joviality or amusement. Just a cold, hard statement. “ Ya try’n follow through on that threat… and I kick yer keister from here ta Satan City. And then back again…” He turned his head, slowly moving to face the monster with the skeleton face. His smirk was gone, though he kept his shades one his face… obscuring his brown eyes so that all Dantalion saw was his own reflection in them. “ Got it?” Now, this change in view let him watch as Dantalion began ringing that little bell. Which meant Mammon could no longer talk, if that was another one of his weaknesses. But… he’d also been asked a question three times. That might lead to a conflict of sorts, like a robot being given orders that went against its programming. Hopefully this would turn out less explosive… ' Maybe we'll get lucky an' he'll just write it down fer us. Er wait till the bell is over... please don't blow up tha bar with tha civilian still in it, please don't blow up tha bar with tha civilian still in it!' Mammon Big Train Dantalion |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 16, 2017 5:31:34 GMT
KP: 3/3
PL: 21,942
Up to: No good
Celestial Event: N/A
He nodded along to the Big Train, and smiled a grin that would curl milk. "I'll tell you what-" the bell tolled in the hand of Dantalion, the chime clicking against the brass shell letting out a shrill 'ting' 'ting' sound, he simply waited till he was done. "The folk of this town are due west of here, digging gold in the old mine you see." he talked freely and without strain, whether he had simply given up fighting his unique disposition or he was hatching a plan remained to be seen. "I put them to work you see, but I'm willing to be a fair 'man'." he put hidden meaning on the last word made it ring with subtle undertones, after all he was no man. "I could take you apart as easily as this knife." he held out the knife for all to see he bent his hands togeather and the knife with it, the blade snapped in twain with a metallic 'snap'. "But you see I'm a betting man, and if you're willing to roll the dice like I am, I got a choice for you." he made dice appear in his hand much the same way the knife appeared, he rolled them around feeling their sides before letting them bounce across the table once 'TAP' twice 'TAP' thrice 'TAP'. Snake eyes. "You may pick any game of chance, if you win you get three requests from me I must fulfill." he held up three finger's and waggled them to emphasize his point. "If I win I get but one." he dropped all but one finger before finally closing his hand and dropping it to his side. "Doesn't that sound fair, OR should we draw guns?" he removed the revolver at his side and set it aginst the table, the threat was there now would they take it? "Gambling with the devil."
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Post by Big Train on Jan 16, 2017 22:04:06 GMT
Big Train watched silently as Dantalion threatened to murder people if Mister Steel didn’t pay up. What are these guys? These pair were definitely the most outright evil people Big Train had ever met. And this was coming from a guy that had been knocked out cold by a killer robot. He turned away from the behemoth as soon as he pulled out a bedazzled bell and started ringing it. Mostly from second hand embarrassment…
He was sure from his serious disposition, that Mister Steel had things under control on that side of the saloon. Mammon continued after the bell stopped ringing and what the demon said next truly made Big Train furious. Though it wasn’t so much what he said, as it was the mental image of the poor town’s people being forced into hard labor. Deep underneath Big Train’s goofy and friendly nature lies a hard man and Mammon was slowly digging him out.
But Big Train fought the urge to punch a Conviction down his throat. If there was a path of least violence, it’s the one they should probably take. So he closed his eyes and let a few deep breaths flow through his nostrils. After the last flare of his nostrils he would calmly say, “Cee-lo”. It was the first game that popped into his mind. The kids use to play it all the time at the orphanage. Though on second thought, it probably wasn’t the best choice. Big Train was swindled out of a lot of money thanks to being bullied into playing.
Big Train would explain it if he needed to, but it is a pretty popular game of chance. Mammon would probably know that Cee-lo is a dice game where each player has three dice that they roll at the same time. The object of the game is to get the highest possible score. But the game ha its own scoring system. A 4, 5, and 6 being like a royal flush, then there was triples of any kind, and a pair and a spare. The dice are rerolled if none of these combination are met and usually whenever there are matching rolls. Well, that was his suggestion, unless Mister Steel had something better in mind. Regardless, Big Train waited for Mammon’s reply.
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Post by Dantalion on Jan 17, 2017 14:08:06 GMT
Dantalion's listened to Speenatch's, the words roll through his mind, his garnet eyes twisting upwards with sadistic glee as he listened to the heroic bravado of the young man. "You can kill me. But chances are with my death, another demon will take my place on this mortal coil." he slowly took another step, letting the weight settle in as he got ever so slightly closer. "And chances are. They will be a dozen fold more evil and conniving than me." he continued, there was a difference between a threat and a fact, something most people seemed to mistake for being one in the same. "Of course. The chances are in my favor in that regard. If I do remember the Raffle correctly, the Demon to come after me... Well. A few hundred fold stronger than me wouldn't do your world much good now would it." he chuckled, hoping that he could use this lie to keep his ass protected. With the Demon the world nigh unreachable in this plane of existence he doubted the mortals would have a real concept of how demons get here.
Dantalion looked over Spinach's shoulder, which was really no trouble considering he was literally twice his size, starting as Mammon decided yet again to take the passive way out. With a shrug and a sigh he moved the bell back into his bedsheet, a sigh echoing through the saloon as he made his way over to the drinks, the bubbles of white still frothing at the head as he snatched the set up, drinking them with rapid succession as he let Mammon take control. He watched idly, his form shifting underneath the bedsheet as he sat down on the floor, his legs bending the floor beneath as he listened to their conversation.
Cee-lo... Dantalion thought in his mind, Mammon loved to play his games of the chance though he doubted that Mammon knew what it was, but he had been on the coil long enough he was sure he had heard of most obscure games of chances. Though considering that Mammon was likely unfamiliar it seemed Mammon might very well be made a fool of yet.
Big Train | Speenatch
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Post by Speenatch on Jan 18, 2017 3:41:54 GMT
Speenatch... Speenatch did not like how this situation was going. A game of chance? Against a self-proclaimed demon? That meant Mammon was undoubtedly going to try and cheat. Either by supplying his own, loaded dice for the game, or a deck of counted cards. Or with cards stuffed into his sleeve. But... Big Train was going along with it. The path of least resistance. As such, he decided to give his own reply to Mammon... " I'll wait n' see if Big Train wins 'er not. Then I'll give ya my game ta play." Then... Dantalion. The weird, amorphous fellow with the skull face. He started to speak up. To prattle on and on about raffles and more powerful demons. It... It made him just a tad unsure about things. But, most of him still didn't believe that either of the pair were actually demons. Just aliens in disguise. While he spoke, Speenatch thought and pondered... ' And I weren't plannin' on killin' 'im anyways. Juuuust roughin' 'im up a little. Now... what was it that one feller said when they sent someone ta break my legs that first time...? I think it went a lil' somethin' like...' The short man spoke up after Dantalion was done, reciting some bits from memory... " Aw, c'mon now... I never said I'd kill ya, did I?" He leaned just a biiiiit closer to the fellow that was watching over his shoulder. While simultaneously dropping his compression for just a moment. If Dantalion could sense ki, he'd see "Steel's" power. Or, well, feel it. " Just that I'd rough ya up an' teach a lesson. One ya won't ferget. Got it?" He didn't bother waiting for the answer before he went back to compressing/suppressing his energy. Making sure none would be able to sense it. After that, he thumbed to the door. " Now, if anybody needs sum implements fer these lil' games, I think I saw a big ol' truck-stop plaza with a lil' shop in it that had game-stuff. Might be able ta get a good pair of cheap, fair dice there..." He gave a glance to both Mammon and Dantalion through his shades while putting emphasis on "fair". As if to show he wasn't going to trust them even as far as he could throw them. Mammon Big Train Dantalion |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 20, 2017 5:15:52 GMT
He made the cards fly, he made the cards dance, and when he laid them out flat with a 'thump' and spread them across the table every card had a king staring up at him. "What makes you think I'd rig a deck." he flipped it over his hand tracing the outline and turning it over again to every card being the queen of diamonds. "Ceelo." he said shaking his horned head from side to side, his hair flailing out from his scalp in wavy lengths. "Your dance challenged friend is right, or he thinks he's right so there's no point. No matter the deck or dice I provide they're suspect, and any you find I could've placed."
"So." he stood from his chair and clicked out of the saloon his boots making a clicking noise as he passed, he pushed open the door and stood out in the empty town. "Now there's a game I can't rig, and I think you're familiar. Simple stuff for simple people, the game is called naughts and crosses." he drew out a square in the ground his sharp nails digging up small lines in the dirt, he formed a grid three by three and turned to face the Big Train. "The aim of the game is to get three across from one another, you have your naughts and you have your crosses and crosses go first." [ ][ ][ ]
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Post by Big Train on Jan 23, 2017 5:12:26 GMT
Big Train frowned slightly after his suggestion was proven to not be the best choice. Mister Steel had a great point. He was always told not to judge a book by its cover but Mammon did seen like the type to cheat. There's no telling how long the duo have been here, the whole town has been turned into their playground. He thought about bringing up the spare dice he carried around in his underwear... But now might not be the place or the time for that. Besides he only had two, and regardless Mammon would soon make his own suggestion. Naughts and crosses, aye? Big Train had absolutely no clue what that was until Mammon started to explain it. It seemed like he was talking about x's and o's. He had never heard it called 'naughts and crosses' before. Maybe he was simple... "Where I'm from, we call it X's and O's or tic tac toe" he would say after he joined Mammon outside. He strolled up to the diagram drawn in the sandy dirt. He would be hard pressed to turn down a good game of tic tac toe. "You're on!" Big Train would bellow before squatting down and drawing an X in the top left corner of the dirt game board. Let the game begin. He had to finish this as soon as possible. The thought of all those poor people trapped in the mine made his stomach uneasy, and he planned on eating later, dammit! He hoped Mister Steel and the other Super Demon Bro would soon follow them outside. But if not then he figured Mister Steel knew what he was doing. Dantalion seemed like the more aggressive of the two, so he would have to be on his toes in case Mister Steel needed some backup. [x][ ][ ] [ ][ ][ ] [ ][ ][ ] |
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Post by Dantalion on Jan 24, 2017 13:50:07 GMT
Dantalion lowered in ever so slightly as he quickly changed his tone from murder to rough and tumble. "Thing is. It is kinda called implication. Ya know, ya implied ya were gonna kill me. That's all that really matters." he responded to his little showing of. He didn't know if he could back it up or what but considering Mammon hadn't started an all out war and neither did any of the others, he was placing his money on a rough tie. Though that didn't mean he had any intention of betting on it. Mammon was the betting man, not himself.
He couldn't notice the spike in Speenatch's Ki, due to being completely blind to that whole scene. As Speenatch closed the gap Dantalion brow raised, he was at the very least amused by this one. "Lovely little recital, care to think up an original." he responded with a chuckle. Before heading out, following Mammon and Big Train outside as Mammon declared his game. Naughts and Crosses. It was a familiar game, tended to be played by children, he had seen it occasionally in the Demon Realm though not common enough to think it to be a game of chance. His brow raised as the first point was placed. It seemed Big Train had decided to go first, Damn it... At least with something like cards he could cheat. the thought ran through his head like a hurricane, a constant pestering in the back of his mind. Though he knew that was the exact reason why he had chosen it. He doubted it would do much good.
The golden sun poured down its heat rays of suffering, a few balls of tumbleweed pushed along by the gentle warm breeze of the town, eerie silence ever present with the exception of the scrawlings between Big Train and Mammon, or the footsteps of Dantalion as he paced the inside of the Bar. He had already taken his time in the sweltering heat and if a commotion broke out he was sure that it would incorporate either explosions or bigger explosions. There tended to not be much middle ground. He raised a hand for another drink, a larger cup given with an amber liquid swirling around, the thinnest of white bubbling at the top of the cup quickly ingested before going to the window to spy on the game.
Speenatch | Big Train
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Post by Speenatch on Jan 24, 2017 23:57:17 GMT
Speenatch gave a sigh and followed Mammon outside with the rest. He was suspicious of why they were being dragged outside, and what sort of "game of chance" he might have planned. He was also confused as to how they were going to play a "game of chance" without any cards, dice... or implements of any kind. His confusion was cleared up after he listened to the horned man's explanation. It was then replaced by amusement, which he showed via laughing. A deep, belly laughter that just rang out with mockery... " Ehehehehe.... Hahahahahaha... BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHE-EHEHE-EHEHE-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Tic-Tac-Toe... *snort* He's gonna... he's gonna do Tic-Tac-freakin'-Toe! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA... That ain't even a game o' chance, it's just tha game o' endless ties! Nobody ever wins it!" His hands went to his belly, clutching as he bent over between chortles, snorts, and frantic giggles. This went on for about five minutes. Five whole minutes of uninterrupted, blatant, and loud laughter. It just... wouldn't... stop. Speenatch went red in the face, tears started to stream down his face from behind his shades, and he actually fell to his knees. Somehow, the whole situation was just that funny to him. Which was strange, because it was only semi-comical at best. Eventually, the laughter subsided... first down to low chuckles, then the occasional giggle... then it stopped. Finally, the laughter stopped. As it did, the muscular little man stood back up on his two feet. He wiped away a few tears, and dusted off the pants of his gi. After a readjustment of his shades and shirt, Speenatch finally spoke up with some words that weren't interrupted by snorts or laughter. " Alright... but on a more serious note, I'm stayin' out here. Even if yer buddy went inside, I'm keepin' an eye peeled fer if ya cheat. Cause ain't nobody gonna pull a fast one on ma' man Big Train while I'm around." He gave Big Train a wink after saying this, lifting up his shades to reveal those beautiful, brown eyes. Just for long enough to get his wink across, though. Then the shades covered it again. Tags: Mammon Big Train Dantalion |
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Post by Mammon on Jan 25, 2017 7:52:02 GMT
KP: 3/3
PL: 21,942
Up to: No good
Celestial Event: N/A
His finger made a quick oval in the sand, a flick and swish and it was placed square dab in the middle. "So, you know what my request will be." he said in the tones of one who is certain of victory, that losing wasn't even a question. "I'm going to have you break all of your friend's bones." and in the silence that followed he made short clipped sounds 'snap' 'snap'. "Maybe I'll get you to feed them to him." he mused cruelly.[x][ ][ ] [ ][O][ ] [ ][ ][ ] "That laughter of yours, how long until it turns to screams." he turned to face Sir Chucklesworth, and balled his fist togeather and spread them apart as if breaking something in half. "Snap." he turned back to the game and to the Big Train. "So tell me about yourself boy, what makes you want to interrupt my little business venture?" he said in the dull tones of someone asking about the weather or did you see the game last night, it was meh. "I mean what gets a man like you up in the morning, do you have a great big bowl of justice and wash it all down with a gallon of stupidity, or is that just your friend."
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Post by Big Train on Jan 25, 2017 22:56:22 GMT
Big Train would flash Mister Steel a big smile, "Thanks buddy". But the smile would soon fade. Irritation would wash over the big teen as the demon Mammon made the one move that would absolutely assure this game would end in a draw. Of COURSE he had to make that move, of course. And this irritation set in before he even opened his mouth. It only got worse when he did. Though the joke was on him, Big Train didn't have any friends! Well, his only friends were quite a lot stronger than him.
Regardless, the words still rubbed him the wrong way and his question would fall on deaf ears as Big Train stayed squat around the tic tac toe board. "Stupid friggin' game... stupid friggin' demon!" he would start to visibly shake. "That's it!" he suddenly bellowed out with a grunt. "Conviction!" he would shout as his massive right fist was already flying through the air towards the demon. If it impacted, Mammon would be hit with a huge right cross to the chin.
Whether his fist hit Mammon or not, his lead foot would plant itself into the dirt after throwing such a big strike. It would just so happen to land right on top of the tic tac toe in the dirt, sending most of the game up into a smoke cloud around his foot. Big Train would sigh in relief if he send the horned man flying backwards. His fist would stay out in front of him, still balled up. Slowly he would draw it back into himself and take a defensive stance, expecting one of the two demons to retaliate. Big Train felt bad for resulting to violence, but hey, he tried.
[MP3] Wrasslin' used! 17,259 PL to Mammon
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Post by Dantalion on Jan 26, 2017 5:07:41 GMT
Power Level: 11, 191
It happened faster than an instant, a single turn taken, a single scribble of the finger and violence erupted from Big Train as he quickly stormed in for a cowardly blow. Dantalion's brow furled as his hands rose with sharp jagged motions gripping the length of a hook adorning his back he hastily tore it out. In its place a long-boned cleaver emerged half the size of Dantalion he quickly took a long vertical slash against the wall, the wooden structure quickly giving way to the powerful slash as the building began to shake and crumble, the support of the building came from the walls and in its current state it wouldn't take much to make it crumble beneath its own weight.
The problem, however, arose as hastily as Dantalion had hoped, with a single step and a large imprint of his frame left in the wall the roof started to cave in rapidly, the barman behind the counter quickly darting around in hopes to get out only for his home to quickly turn against him. The first came with a few boards crumbling in front of him, his direct path blocked as fear became audible, his cries for help falling on deaf ears. Dantalion had hoped it would cause enough of a distraction to take out one of the two, though since he couldn't sense Ki, he had no idea how much punishment either of the two could take.
With his cleaver released from his back he held it with two of his meaty hands, quickly darting towards Big train, a skid line drawn along the ground as he pulled it along, building up a pile of sand on the length of his sword he made a short slice, if it managed to impact Big Train it would leave a small cut, if he turned to block then a pile of sand would bash in his eyes, hopefully leaving him blind for a counter attack or better yet taking him out of the running and letting the two Demon's gang up on mister foot loose.
Speenatch | Big Train
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Post by Speenatch on Jan 26, 2017 9:01:42 GMT
Speenatch was a bit insulted by Mammon's jape, and thus gave a growl. He gritted and bared his teeth, held up a fist in a vaguely menacing manner... Then he sputtered out a reply.
"HEY! I'll have ya know-" His attempt at defending himself from that insult was interrupted by Big Train throwing a punch and shouting the name of his technique. Which meant... "-And we're fightin'!"
The man got into a kick-boxing "ready" stance... one arm out in front, another close to his face. While his feet were spread shoulder-length apart, with one behind the other. He focused all of his attention on Mammon and Big Train as he sized things up, trying to figure out when he should jump in. So much so that he missed Dantalion's shenanigans with the saloon and its owner.
He only even noticed the other demon when he suddenly entered into the fray to try and mess things up. Speenatch couldn't let his friend get overwhelmed... so he rushed to try and deliver an attack from the side, knock the demon away. As he did, he channeled ki through his leg, strengthening it to become harder... while simultaneously dropping his ki suppression. He flew right at Dantalion, and right before he was about to hit, he shouted...
"Steel Series, Steel Flying Kick!!" Regardless of whether he hit or not, he quickly recovered... trying to get back-to-back with his big buddy. Of course, this meant he got a good look at the collapsing saloon... which still had the ki signature of a man inside. A man that was probably not going to be able to shrug off a collapsing building.
'Dagnabbit, I gotta save that civvie! But if I do, I leave Big Train alone, takin' on two of these suckers! Then again... it won't be a problem fer 'im if he gets up ta full power...'
"Buddy, power up ta full and hold both of these guys off! I'll save tha barkeep and make sure he gets somewhere safe. Same with anyone else in here if I find 'em! After I finish up, I'll take on bone-man with tha cleaver while ya mop up tha horny bastard, got it?"
He barely waited for an answer before he flew off towards the saloon. His body burst through the door as the building shook and rattled. Bits of wood were crashing down everywhere... some boards, some support beams. He could have sworn he saw a bed come down from above, but he was more concerned with behind the counter, where the man was.
Before the poor, scared man could blink, he was picked up by another form... then dragged out from the building via a hole that form opened up in a wall, before being deposited a short distance away. He probably wasn't having the best day...
Technique Used: Steel Series Strike, delivered to Dantalion at 33% power for 4,399 PL
Speenatch's PL is no longer disguised.
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Post by Mammon on Jan 26, 2017 15:00:20 GMT
From children's games to the game of life and death, he struck him across the cheek the with a meaty slap the force reverberating in the skin of his face it flowed up around the impact and spread out, and if shot in slow motion would look awesome, but since this was real life slow motion had to wait. He flew end over end spinning once before hitting the ground in a fighter's crouch, he had a split lip and a smear of blood running down his lower jaw.
"The covenant has been broken, words now forsaken." It happened like someone blowing up a meaty balloon, his form shuttered and his chest rose and fell gaining definition and muscle where there had been none, corded muscle ran up and down him veins pressed to the surface and were visible under skin. "Perish now mortal."
His forked tongue fanned out of his mouth smearing the streak of blood, cleaning his lip's clean with sickeningly wet slurping sounds. "Mm, you have left me bleeding how about I leave you WEEPING!" his hand opened up into a half fist and the space between palm and finger's a ball of light coalesced, growing in size like the first embers of power. It glowed with a cold light, that of the unforgiving moon or the glow of distant star alien and unknown. And he flung it screaming towards the Big Train, with the chemical hiss of something that sounds really bad.
He straightened up off the ground stretching, working his shoulder's in an arc. "I think I'll leave you alive, maybe I can punish the town's people for your actions." he leered wolfishly with all the appeal of a seasick crocodile, "Cause you heroes are into your whole self-sacrifice, and I've seen men suffer righteously for others that is a flame not quickly snuffed out. Good times ahead." his idea of a good time didn't leave room for anyone else's good time. "Should I start with the elderly, the women or the children. I think I'll let you pick when I've rendered you immobile."
KP: 2/3
Base PL: 21,942 Current PL: 65,826
Up to: No good
Celestial Event: N/A
Tags: Big Train , Dantalion , Speenatch
Damage taken from Big Train's attack.
Demonic Transformation Used
Mammon used [N1] Power Energy Ball, for 19747 PL worth of damage directed at The Big Train.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 26, 2017 17:19:54 GMT
As expect, Dantalion was quick to react to his buddy getting cold cocked. He basically blew up the whole saloon in one slash. Big Train probably should have seen that coming. But he didn't. However, what he did definitely see coming was the giant demon’s attack. The demon Dantalion sure was strong, but not nearly strong enough to get the jump on Big Train when he was expecting him. If he managed to power through Mister Steel’s attack then Big Train would not block the attack, or get hit by it.
Instead he would perform an elaborate jump in the air. Flipping over Dantalion and landing directly behind him. Avoiding his slash and his sand attack entirely. With one swift motion Big Train undraped the heavy weighted poncho that was around his form and flung it directly into the back of Dantalion. He hoped it would at least keep the demon busy for a second as he dealt with Mammon’s attack, which was surely going to come soon. Regardless of how things went, his weighted poncho would be discarded and his power level would amp up to full power.
But his attention was momentarily shifted from the two as Mister Steel moved in closer to Big Train and told him of his plan. Big Train would glance back at him, “Listen, I’ll hold them off. You save that dude and then go find the rest of the town’s people. We know they’re somewhere west from here. You can fly and sense ki, so I’m sure you can find them. I’ll hold these guys off until you get ba-”. He should've been paying more attention to Mammon. The demon’s attack cut his directions a bit short as his energy ball smashed straight into Big Train, who only just barely manage to put a guard up. Which at least helped him remain on his feet. Albeit, after skidding a few feet backwards.
The forearms that he held across his body were smoking from the impact of Mammon’s attack. The dude was strong! It was a shame he was a bad guy, he would make a good training buddy. “You sure talk a lot of trash, dude. The Big Train can respect that. But if you keep threatening the innocent… THEN YOU’RE STANDING ON THE TRACKS, BABY!” as soon as he started shouting out the last sentence, he was taking off towards Mammon. The big teen was surprisingly fast. When he was close enough, he would attempt to hit the demon with a massive clothes line.
Heavy Weights removed, PL skyrockets to 69,036
Hit by Mammon's Power Energy Ball
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