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Post by Mammon on Feb 18, 2017 15:46:26 GMT
The Crack of The Whip
The Rules
The coastline of the Maima Region drifted on and on into the horizons ever expanse of springy blue grass, only cut off by the deep green of the emerald ocean with peninsulas of rocks jutting up and out of the water. He sat upon one of these very peninsulas now atop a delicate chair with twining arms and legs that end in small depictions of hands and feet, he wore armor black as pitch and reflected no light for it could be none darker, it had thin lines that ran its length spiraling in odd patterns and symbols grotesquely obscure in their nature, a naked women drinking from a chalice, a snake twining itself around a scepter, skulls, skulls and more skulls. He wore midnight and he looked good while wearing it.
His face was as white as dirty snow, his feature's sharp and cruel with two horns that jutted out from his head. "You are here-!" his voice was a whip crack on the still air a clipped proclamation that broke no argument and cared even less for excuses. "Cause you are weak, and not ready for this new world." his hand was wrapped around a dark goblet brimming with deep red wine, it had a strong fruity quality that of berries.
"As you are now you might beat an enraged toddler, but I'd still put my money on the toddler." he leaned back in his chair and took a long swig from the cup his lip's smeared red with its contents. "I will be the games master of today, I will be setting you up into teams of two and you will compete against each other. The winners may join me for a drink, and the losers will clean the castle, I know Xylo would be happy about that."
He put down his drink and drummed his finger's against the arms of the chairs, making slight dents and thin cuts where his nail touched slicing through the wood as easily as taking a breath. "Who wants to be my two captains?" he arched a brow willing someone to step forward. "You will take it in turns to select your fodder, and once the teams are settled I'll announce the game."
Until you've posted you will not be counting in the posting order, and if you fail to post within 48 hours your post will be skipped. Post: 1 KP: 3/3 PL: 49,134 Heavy Weights: 12,284 Tags: Sax , Gulls , Sagi Shi Shi, Tabu , Amar , Harp , Trumpet , Limac , N'Demic , Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 18, 2017 16:21:10 GMT
For once it seemed he was not forced to participate in the little game of finding the location on a thread of paper with Mammon, instead given simple, clear instructions that if spoken by another would seem content to spill from their mouths, but Mammon wasn't a clear speaker, a Demon of riddles and conundrums, a Demon more similar to that of legends than facts. Though something did seem odd. Once again, from somewhere he had found another item to strap to his chest, guns made sense, on Earth they abounded every crevice, every crack every car a gun could be found as a bygone relic of the past. A car was also not shocking, he could take one and fly it away. But in recent memory, he had somehow acquired now very fine armor and before that a Cavalry Sword.
He had taken a slightly less harsh approach it seemed, normally condescending ran through his voice like fish swum through babbling brooks, yet here he stood with an agenda. Or at least, that is all he could choke it up to being. His brow furrowed, the shape of his skull twisting at odd angles as he peeled himself off a wall, the imprint of spikes left in his wake as his 'cloak' which was more a bedsheet then one, wrapped tightly around him, leaving his towering figure to full view. Though with the darkness of corners, he doubted anyone could make out the shapes that twisted in its abode, garnet eyes illuminated like a Beacon cutting through the haze of night, his skulled-carapace of a face twisting and turning as he watched the group trail on in.
Then came the offer, Captains... He needed to make himself seem important in the ranks so with a heave and a shrug he emerged from the shadows of his brooding corner, an arm raised as a digit darted up to the skies, "I volunteer as captain." he said, his baritone voice booming as he approached Mammon, breaking the darkness of shadows as he made his way up to the front of the room. If he was anyone else he might have stood side by side to the Demon, but he knew the man's ego well enough to know not take his spotlight. Lest another tantrum erupts.
PL - Heavy Weights - 4987 Mammon
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Post by Trumpet on Feb 18, 2017 23:53:16 GMT
One of the younger Mazoku's ears twitched when he heard mention of who captains might be. Trumpet normally did not like to stick out, but he couldn't risk one of the more violent soldiers misusing his talents and then blaming him for failing at a job he wasn't trained to deal with. He quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to signal the demon's attention. "I'll do it!" he called, "Somebody has to be in charge of organizing the rabble, after all." He passed a cursory glance around at the rest of the assembled soldiers, trying to gauge which were meat heads, and which had some actual strategic discipline.
At only 19 years old, Trumpet didn't seem like he was old enough to sign on with a group of battle hardened warriors like the Mazoku, but he had been raise since birth to do exactly that, and youthful naivete was a lost concept for him. He had even already produced a child of his own, who stood close behind him as he volunteered himself for a captain's position. The huge, dragon-like Namekian which Trumpet had named Bongo was a stark contrast to the small, agile built Trumpet. The contrast was even more confusing to anybody who realized Trumpet was four times more powerful than Bongo, a surprise he never got tired of revealing to their enemies!
Trumpet's PL: 2,744 KP: 3/3 Bongo's PL: 686 KP 3/3 Mammon
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Post by Limac on Feb 20, 2017 17:34:31 GMT
Limac stood not far enough to hear everything. He quietly listened the offer without any sight of objection or anything. He didn’t care about the drink or all that dirty work, he simply wanted to make a good impression on his leaders. Namekian made a first step towards the open field and then hesitated: he was more of a soldier, not a leader. He had never led a team and shoving his inexperience right now would be simply humiliating, which was a complete opposite to his goal right now. Limac calmed down and went closer to the others, looking on everyone who were here. Despite being a Mazoku Empire mutants like him weren’t a common thing, so seeing one of his kind was surprising for him. Only after couple of seconds Limac noticed a smaller figure near the large brute. Mutant crossed his arms and looked closer on the captains. One of them was a demon, so Limac didn’t give him much deserved attention. Young namekian had a bad habit to underestimate everyone from outside of Namek. Another one was a namekian warrior. Seeing namekian warriors in combat Limac knew that mass doesn’t mean much when you think about namekians strength, so the power gap between the unknown warrior and his comrade, who most likely will be his teammate, may be not as significant as it appears to be. They might be a dangerous duo. Mutant looked around a little to see who wants to be a captain besides the two in front of him.
Limac’s PL: 3,300 KP: 3/3 Mammon
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Post by Tabu on Feb 20, 2017 23:23:32 GMT
The warrior Tabu arrived soon after the crowd had gathered, having had to physically fly from his self-appointed patrol route to the new gathering of powers. He looked over the good-sized crowd with a proud eye, seeing his brothers raring to fight and improve themselves through the fighting. It was everything he could have wished for when he journeyed back to his homeland, and more besides. Tabu would have liked it better if this war game had been organized by someone a bit more....stable, but he supposed it didn't really matter in the long run. Stretching out with his mind, he located Trumpet, a namekian he had worked with on occasion during the past few weeks, and two others that had been present at Lord Xylo's meeting. One of them, a demon by the looks, had already volunteered himself only seconds after Mammon's query, and before even a single syllable had left his mouth, Trumpet also volunteered himself. Huffing in disgust, he touched Trumpet's mind, If you don't mind, I would like to be on your team, I don't trust this other idiot. The words were slow, halting, of one not used to this form of communication. If Trumpet was watching, he would see Tabu nod his head at the prideful demon. He knew that him and the demon wouldn't click well, and he wanted this game to be fun!
PL: 6,047
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Post by Mammon on Feb 22, 2017 5:12:22 GMT
The Crack of The Whip The Game "Alright, I was hoping for more." he pinched the bridge of his nose massaging it with thumb and forefinger, there was four of them four at least who were worth noting and even these were only worth noting in the margin under 'people that might have been there'. "There's not enough of you disappointments to do what I initially wanted, but that's okay." he flicked a finger pointing at Tabu, and than to Dantalion gesturing for them to form up. "You're team blue, the rest are team red. When I say fight I want you-" he waved a hand in front of himself as if to say 'guess what I'm about to say, cause it isn't gonna be to make daisy chains.'. "-to fight. Loser is the one who surrenders or cannot continue to fight."
He lounged in his seat leaning over the arm's of the chair arching his back and letting his leg's hang off the side, he was the picture of abject boredom a child told he couldn't go out to play with his friend's. "FIGHT!" he called plucking the bottle from its tray and setting the cork to his mouth with a 'pop' and began to suckle noisily from the ripe red liquid that flowed forth, it ran down the sides of his cheeks and drenched his face in wine as he sat watching and pampering himself, after all you gotta make time to enjoy yourself.
"C'mon I want to see blood, or what ever passes for that on this rock." the red pulpy juice clung to his long hair in rivulets of red, staining the locks of white red with the luckless pools of wine that escaped his greedy mouth, he gurgled happily as he sat watching his own private show and drinking himself off his chair.
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 22, 2017 5:41:20 GMT
Dantalion hovered down, his legs arched over one another as his garnet lights flashed in and out, before finally stuttering to a halt. It was the closest he could get to closing his eyes. He doubted anyone would join his team, Mammon never stated teams had to be equal and if he had the choice between a Demon or a Namekian, his instincts would draw him to his demonic comrade, similar to how he though the Namekians would gather to form their cacophony. A finger drew long lines across his arms, tallying the seconds between Mammon's little speech before he declared a fight.
Sixteen tally marks dented through his skin, streams of green filling the wounds before a single eye flared a garnet light, his form shifting from its bent over position as he raised himself from an imaginary chair. He took no time to see who had allied with him, he knew one foe for this fight and that was the Namekian who declared himself Captain. His posture bent at the knees, a long meaty arm raising to his back as a twist and a crack resounded from him, followed by a trail of Sanguine gushed forth spraying a long jagged mark in front of him, Demonic energy surging in the mass as from his back formed a large Cleaver, his very bone its core component as not a single trace of blood remained. Dantalion himself seemed unphased by the passing of blood. He fell into a familiar posture, a hand gripping the Hilt while another curled into a fist, pressed against what an Earthling would call a Hip as he held his blade out long ways, preparing his stance.
A change of pace was taken, the Demon Cavorted forward, his steps flowing as if following the steps to a dance. A dance he had grown all too accustomed too. His blade still held out longways, a long slender swipe taken cross ways at Trumpet, there was little attempt to follow through with the attack, his fist prepared to block an incoming strike, this was simply to gauge if this one could fly or not. It was better to make sure, even though it was rare for a fighter to lack the capacity, a landlocked foe lacks the danger of one who can slide through the airs with ease. His attention, was locked onto Trumpet, he didn't expect to have any Allies, his only one was that they would at least give the courtesy to let it be a one on one fight. Trumpet | Limac | Tabu KP [3/3] PL - 4987
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Post by Trumpet on Feb 22, 2017 13:43:44 GMT
Oh no, that was fair! Yep, totally fair to pit the two strongest fighters in the room against the weaker ones! If Mammon was hoping for a display of raw power, he was going to find that wasn't the way Trumpet did things. Not that he was weak, of course, he just preferred a more subtle means of getting the job done. And luckily for him, Mammon had hastily assigned everybody else in the room to Trumpet's team, meaning he had the advantage of numbers on his side. When Dantalion came rushing at him aggressively, he had just enough time to propel himself backwards with his ki. Flying straight up into the air would have resulted in him getting bisected at that speed, but by flying backwards, he could remain out of reach. After barely managing to dodge the attack, he then took to the air and called out to the one more properly suited to such an encounter. "Bongo!" he snapped, as his mutated son roared in excitement, before rushing into his own surprise attack on Dantalion. As he lunged forward, he channeled his ki into his right hand and delivered an open palm thrust, aiming for the center of Dantalion's chest. In his current state, it was doubtful that Bongo's attack would have actually been effective on the significantly more powerful demon, but it might catch his attention. Of course, if he was hopelessly outclassed, Bongo still had another trick up his non-existent sleeve that he was dying to try out.
Bongo used Ringing Gong for 66% of his PL and 2 KP = 384 PL Bongo's KP remaining 1/3 Trumpet narrow dodged the attack and is now flying. Trumpet's KP remaining 3/3 Dantalion Mammon Tabu Limac Limac
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Post by Limac on Feb 23, 2017 19:30:26 GMT
So this is how it will be,- thought Limac, lowering his posture a little and bending his arms in attempt to mimic traditional battle stance of a warrior clan. It was a rough copy with a few mistakes here and there, but it was good enough for someone who was trained by himself and only seen this pose in battles ,- the others will deal with your captain, so it’s just you and me…-Mutant hided his right hand behind his back, while talking to Tabu who was against him. While Limac was talking- a little light appeared from his hidden hand. -It’s an honor to fight namekian warrior, my friend. Please, show me what you can do!-said Limac, throwing dozen of throwing knives from behind of his back. Mutant didn’t expect to deal significant damage with this trick, he simply wanted to distract his opponent and, perhaps, leave a couple of little cuts at best. Besides, Limac wanted to see how his opponent deals with danger: does he block attacks, dodges them? Studying his opponents was a main way to learn the arts of battle by training simply on his own. But right now learning was the second priority, the first one was to win. Mutated namekian jumped to the left and rushed forward in order to land a solid kick on Tabus right side before namekian warrior tries to dodge from the knives and a couple of quick kicks after the strike.
Limac’s PL: 3,300 KP: 3/3 Tabu
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Post by Tabu on Feb 26, 2017 15:12:41 GMT
Tabu pursed his lips as Mammon announced that he, in fact would be teaming up with the idiot. The Namekian was not amused, as he saw it teaming up with this idiot would only ruin the enjoyment of the game. Just by looking at the kid, he could tell that he was way too impulsive to be an effective warrior. On top of his frustration, Mammon was acting like some sort of king, even though they were all supposed to be equals in Lord Xylo's Empire!
His low growl of annoyance was punctuated with a punch to the face, causing Tabu's head to rock back slightly. If the Namekian had any eyebrows, he would have raised them at the 10 soldiers flying at him. "10v1 guys? Seemed sort of unfair." He raised a hand, "For you." A kiai sent most of his opponents flying into various rocky outcroppings, blown away by his sheer power! Tabu rolled his shoulders, listening to the sounds of battle and the beeping of his scouter, "Of course my friend I would be glad to fight you." He turned around with a slight smile, "I'll try to hold back to this will be more fair." Tabu was raring for a good fight, as opposed to obliterating weak Sayian scouts, and waited for the mutant to make the first move.
It came in the form of a string of knives that had appeared out of nowhere! Tabu smirked and simply raised himself into the air above the knives, easily dodging them. His opponent then began attacking with a barrage of kicks, all a blur to lower-power fighters. Tabu, however, was able to keep up, sometimes simply dodging, other times deflecting the strikes. Then he saw it, the mutant threw a kick with just an ounce too much force, Tabu dodged, and then attempted to hammer a fist right into the mutant's chest.
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Post by Mammon on Feb 26, 2017 16:07:02 GMT
The Crack of The Whip New Rule!
He sucked the last drop of wine from the bottle with a wet fleshy 'SLURP' leaving it as barren and empty as his conscience, he looked it over turning it in his hand giving it a final mournful look as he placed it above his eye staring into it, like a lost friend he bemoaned the passing of the wine or at least for a three seconds. "Now." he sat up in his chair his snake like tongue snapping out like a whip, a length of pinkish meat that ended in two forked prongs lapped up the wine still clinging to his face for survival.
"Hurry up and break some bones before I decide to get up and do it myself." he tossed the bottle with a swipe of his arm using the green glass as an improv missile, it whistled in the air cracks showing from the sheer force of speed and it was all aimed at Limac. If not caught or handled it would break on contact shattering into a thousand pieces catching the overhanging sun in their reflection, like hundreds of tiny snow globes with their own miniature suns. If it hit of course. "Pay attention, life's a battlefield and if you're not ready you'll go down faster than a two dollar whore." he chuckled at his own analogy, he'd enjoy his wit if no one else would.
This is what was going to conqueror the known galaxy, blackened body of god help them. They gave phrases like 'honor to fight you' or 'glad to fight you' and they called themselves apart of the Demon Dominion, cause that's what it meant and yet they were hardly demons even in spirit, these wolves cubs would need to gain teeth and fast. "New rule, teams disbanded everyone attack-" and his out stretch finger followed the fighters as if choosing one by random 'catch a tiger by the toe...' and it snapped to Tabu. "-him. Cause advantages and disadvantages can change at a drop of a hat in a fight. And go at this like he owes you money, I want you to try and kill him."
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 27, 2017 7:27:19 GMT
The pulse of pain came in the back, not knowing where Bongo was nor being able to sense Ki he simply stared at Trumpet as he hovered above. Flight... Now I can plan accordingly. He thought to himself as he watched the Namekian run full force at him, Ki traveling through his fist as he inhaled a torrent of air, his chest enlarged as the strike impacted it. His face twisted out a smile, a free hand grabbing his arm and pulling the man behind him. If he was successful he should be able to pull the cretin behind him, followed by jumping back and impaling the man underneath the jagged thorns that laced his back.
It didn't matter if he managed or not, a crater was left beneath his massive body. A short-lived but visible sign of pain rushing through his body as his thorns retracted into his body. He laid there looking at Trumpet with dancing eyes, the garnet light bouncing back and fourth following his blade as he swung it with great care through the air, trails of white left behind as he made himself a makeshift barrier, it couldn't stop a Ki Blast but it could at the very least keep a close quarter strike from being made. He had so far seen how the others acted, respectful to one another, simply talking up a storm. He was all for a good fight, but this was training. Training to become what Xylo needed but didn't know. Demons. This was the Demon clan after all and if this was how the lot of them acted well then he was to be sorely disappointed.
Then came the command, a change of pace to be taken. His garnet eyes shut off for a second, disappearing and leaving in their wake nothing more than an empty hollowed out eye Sockets as slowly he pulled himself up, a large crater the shape of his body left in his wake. "Oh... Looks like we're changing it up. Neat." He stated, seemingly unphased by the act of unnecessary (potential) violence as quickly his body rose from the hole, his legs stepping as if he walked on land as he became upright. His clever in hand as he bent down, his feet pressed firmly on the ground as he flew straight for Tabu, his blade twisting the ground beneath him with a jagged motion. His blade aimed for the side of the body. It was a good thing these Namekians could regenerate or else he might need to train with a bit more levity to the situation.
Ringing Gong hit Full Force Now moving onto Tabu as was commanded of him PL - 4603 - HW still Equipped KP [3/3] @trumpet | Limac | Tabu
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Post by Trumpet on Feb 27, 2017 16:38:13 GMT
The result was disappointing, but not unexpected. Even at more than half his power, Bongo's attack barely qualified as an annoyance to the significantly more powerful demon. Unfortunately, Trumpet had created Bongo to be a warrior, not a strategist, so he clicked his tongue in disappointment when Bongo tried to rear back for a continued onslaught, only to be seized by his opponent and practically body slammed on a pit of spikes! Shortly afterwards, Mammon changed the situation again so that now everybody was directed at a single opponent in the room. Even worse, he had disbanded the teams entirely, which meant Trumpet had no subordinates to organize and direct. Ranking officer or not, Mammon seemed to be just another violent brute who thought raw power was all it took to win battles. Conquest required strategy and espionage, that's what Trumpet had trained for. He came here because he thought he'd have a chance to demonstrate his strategic discipline, not be thrown into some mosh pit with a bunch of adrenaline junkies!
"Get up, Bongo! I know I gave you a higher pain tolerance than that!" he ordered as the dragon-like Namekian shakily reached out of the crater and climbed to a kneeling position. Blood was leaking from his chest and arms as he struggled to steady his breathing. "Just... caught me... off guard..." he said, rising to his feet, at which point he turned to the opponent Mammon had directed them all towards. This time, he wasn't going to make the same mistake, as Bongo started to focus his energy and direct it throughout his entire body. The sounds of muscles popping and bones cracking was audible even over the sounds of combat as Bongo started to balloon in size. His body quickly started to bulk up, and within moments, he was nearly three times his original mass, now standing among the other fighters as a behemoth of power.
"That's more like it." Trumpet said, crossing his arms and leering down at his son, "Now go do what I created you for!" at which point, Bongo roared like an animal and started charging towards Tabu on all fours.
Bongo transformed into the Mutant Behemoth: X3 PL = 2,058
Bongo's KP = 2/3
Trumpet's KP = 3/3
Current Total WC = 883
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Post by Limac on Feb 28, 2017 18:09:36 GMT
A punch in his stomach pushed Limac out of the bottles way. Quickly regaining his balance mutant covered his eyes from all that light from the bottle shards. “What is he doing? What’s going on? And what is… A whore? Some type of drink?” mazoku asked himself. This quick change of rules, weird parallels with something unknown and a laughter simply made it look like the demon who were in charge simply went crazy. What made mutant more surprised was the crowd that was gathering around Tabu, especially the mutant. Wait, he was smaller, wasn’t he? It was some kind of a technique? Could he learn it? Well, it didn’t matter right now, so Limac focused on the crowd around and flew higher. He gave his opponent a disappointed look. -I’m sorry, my friend. Perhaps our sparring match will wait for the other time,-after this words mutant materialized a little edged glass sphere in his hand and threw it down, thinking it will distract and make everything harder to see for his enemies by deflecting all that bright light from the light similarly to the bottle, that was used against hiim. While little shining ball were falling to the ground Limac created a couple of knives and threw them in Tabu. After that mutant dashed towards his opponent and flew above him, seemingly without a touch at first, but when Limac flew by it was seen that he grabbed namekian warrior by his clothes and then hit the ground while using his enemy as a hammer couple of times and tossed him after that. Mutant materialized a couple of daggers and looked around, knowing that the rules might change any time soon and he might be next target for the whole horde around him.
Limac’s PL: 3,300 KP: 3/3 Tabu
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Post by Tabu on Mar 4, 2017 13:19:59 GMT
Tabu’s battle focus abruptly shattered when a bottle of all things hit his opponent square in the face! Stunned, Tabu slowly turned and spotted Mammon in a fit of false kingly rage. And apparently he had little care for the meaning of a war game, setting every Mazkou on the field as his enemy. “Seriously Mammon? Let me have a LITTLE fun before I take them all out!” Some might consider this a bluff, a trick to try and get his many opponents to back off for a little bit. But Tabu was dead serious.
The weaker ones arrived first, Trumpet’s son Bongo heading a small squad of other Namekians. Tabu frowned, the game was a little unrealistic. He doubted that the SSE contained such weak warriors in their midst, but it looks like this simulation would have to do. Batting away a few stray ki blasts with the back of his hand, Tabu would leap into the air, extending his arms to rain punches on the warriors surrounding Bongo, knocking them out one by one. Tabu would finish this off by cutting off his flight, aiming to land heavily onto the powered up mutant’s back with a kick. “WEAKLINGS! YOU NEED TO TRAIN THIS ONE TRUMPET!
Assuming that he had defeated Trumpet’s little puppet, Tabu would now turn his attention to Limac and Dantalion, the two greatest threats at the moment. “You think you two knockabouts can actually defeat me?!” He laughed, smirking slightly as the feeling of control enveloped him. “I don’t even have to go full power for this.” Danatalion closed quickly, swinging a gigantic sword strike at his midriff. Tabu would attempt to simply sidestep this strike, then aimed a punch at the demon’s cheek. This would have been followed up by a knee strike, but he was so rudely interrupted by a string of knives on the part of the Limac. The attack produced a couple cuts and scrapes, but that was pretty much all it did, other than draw the Mazkou’s attention to the weaker warrior.
Limac had good initiative, but seemed to not have thought through the consequences of his actions. The Namekian flew at him full speed, to which Tabu would laugh, winding back a massive punch which he would attempt to land square in the mutant’s face. The power of being able to hold off so many foes at once was intoxicating to say the least.
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