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Post by Gnash on Apr 6, 2016 2:05:04 GMT
Just when the hooded warrior believed he had himself released from this death grip, his tattooed brethren pulled him right back in. The kick to his chest only helped to further Rock’s plans as he dropped to his back, bringing Gnash’s foot down with him. The Namekian’s ankle cracked painfully against the ground below, sending an even larger shock of pain up the length of his entire leg. Rock was tough, there was no doubt about that. He’d taken a kick to the chest and a ki blast to his face, and the determination never left his darkened hues. Unfortunately for him, Gnash was also a stubborn bastard. He wouldn’t let himself get dragged down into such a precarious position.
Using the momentum of his own weight and that of which Rock had provided him with, he continued his forward motion, outstretching his arms before him so that his palms would touch down upon the blue grass below. He bent his right knee so that if Rock had been holding on tight enough, he would be lifted into the air ever so slightly. He lurched his torso forward, pulling both of his legs into the air now. If Rock had held on, he would be parallel with the crisp Namekians landscape, while Gnash was completely vertical. He pushed himself into the air using his palms, swinging both of his legs downward. A yellow energy began buzzing in the palms of his hands without a second to waste, his entire body vibrating with the intense amount of ki.
Gnash’s goal here was to either launch Rock off of his leg much like that of a catapult, or just slam him right into the ground if he was stubborn enough to hold on much longer. Either way, he was intent on using the two spheres of ki now swirling in the confines of his emerald palms. If Rock had been sent flying through the air, Gnash would fire off his blasts towards the Namekian’s back. If he was slammed into the ground, the seven-foot-eight Namekian would drop his left knee down upon Rock’s throat and unleash both of the golden spheres towards his face at almost point-blank range.
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Post by Rock on Apr 6, 2016 2:14:20 GMT
Rock cursed inwardly when his grip on Gnash's neck slipped, shocked when he was lifted and prepared to be launched. As he did so he sent a crescent swipe kick at Gnash, then the Shanite was in the air, letting to at the arc of the throw. He rolled onto the ground, the blasts hitting him in the back as he flew, furthering his momentum. The ground scraping against his flesh before he shoved himself into a flip. Flipping once again, sending a second crescent strike at Gnash's direction, before landing. He landed the wrong way, crap. Rock didn't turn around yet, focusing ki into his hand as he stayed crouched, listening for Gnash to close in. Taking the chance now to catch his breath, his face stung and burned from the previous blast to his face, his vision blurred. He hoped that would pass.
[N1] Crescent Strike - (2 Strikes) Charging [N1] Shock Wave
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Post by Gnash on Apr 6, 2016 2:49:58 GMT
Gnash’s catapult idea had been successful, picking the Shanite up into the air and flinging him like a small pebble. This did not come without retaliation though as the Namekian lashed a crescent-moon shaped kicked towards Gnash’s chest. He managed to bring his forearms up just in time for the heel of Rock’s foot to glide across his blue metal bracers. Even so, the force behind his kick was enough to knock Gnash backwards, his own boots digging into the ground as he struggled to stabilize himself. Two streams of smoke trailed from Gnash’s metal guards. He pulled his arms down, yellow eyes scanning across the scathed metal. Sure enough, there was a large gash in his equipment, the sheer speed behind Rock’s kick enough to leave pillars of smoke in its wake.
“Wow.. His skill really is everything I had ever hoped it would be. His speed is absolutely incredible.. This is certainly something he can help me with.” The Namekian made a mental note of Rock’s momentum. If this fight had been scored by a panel of judges thus far, Gnash reckoned that their scores would be almost dead-even, with Rock possibly taking the lead by a few points. His little submission stunt had proven to injure Gnash a lot more than he originally thought. When he stepped down upon his right leg, he could feel the stinging sensation jolt through his muscles, stemming from a singular focal point; His ankle. Sure, his entire leg hurt, but his knee was what killed him the most.
“Damn, he did a number on my right leg. This quickly, too. He is not one you would want to mess with. I guess I can now see why the natives are afraid of him. He lacks raw fighting power, but his tenacity is outrageous. Being able to contend with me is no joke, especially with training weights on.” Just as Gnash had finished his thought, Rock rounded off another high-speed kick in the same fashion as the one before, only this time with a blazing wave of sharp energy tearing its way across the ground. It was aimed straight for Gnash’s torso. It was his turn to display a feat of speed, swiftly snatching up the two tonfa strapped to his left thigh. He wrapped his hands around the Nigiri. He rotated the two wooden shafts around so that the Shomen sides of his batons slammed into Rock’s energy attack from the side.
With minimal effort, the tall green man deflected his brethren's technique. He regained his composure, maneuvering the tonfa around to protect the undersides of his forearms. “That was impressive, Rock! Very impress-” --- “Gnashy booooyyyyy!” The demonic voice echoed throughout his emerald cranium. Gnash clenched his eyes shut, shaking his head around in an attempt to shoo this bitter energy away. He parted his lips, showing off his pearly white fangs that clamped down together. Veins sprout against the surface of his skin, threatening to break through at any given moment. “C’mon buddy.. Don’t ignore me!”
“Out!” The Namek stamped his injured foot against the ground in a desperate attempt to throw this demonic being from his conscience. It would work permanently, but it would certainly assist him in holding out for this spar. It was obvious that Gnash had been mentally pained by one thing or another, so he wanted to rid of Hsang before Rock could muster up any ideas. Abnormally enough, after stumbling on his feet for a few seconds, he seemed to be out of breath. “I… I can keep going. C’mon.”
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Post by Rock on Apr 6, 2016 19:23:13 GMT
Rock peeked open his good eye, looking at Gnash when he noticed there was a moment or two of hesitation. He saw his second kick veering off, and Gnash seemed distracted. Rock cracked his back, fangs baring at the feeling of heat on his back, he hoped it hadn't done too much damage to the jacket he'd just finished fixing. His vision was still blurred, though less so in one eye. He couldn't quite see what distracted Gnash, but he ... couldn't ignore the opening that was there. Get him while he's down, just like you were trained to do... coward... "Ow! Stone that hurt!" He held onto his bleeding arm, tears forming in his lavender eyes. Staring up at his brother, pleading. "You stupid little cretin, quit your blithering! If you had been paying attention you would have gotten but a scratch."
"But Broth-OW!" Stone grabbed onto the injured arm, yanking the child to his feet, his claws digging into the the younger one's arm. "Do not sass! Do you think the target would care if you had to tie a shoe? No! They'd gut you as soon as your back was turned... Buldr must be teaching this weakness to you, I'll have our eldest brother punish him, after I'm done punishing you. Haha. I'll even make this part of the training. You're going to learn now to regrow limbs today, Rock. Aren't you so lucky?" Stone's laughs were borderline cackles of debaucherous glory, and seething, untamed cruelty. The child's agonizing screams called for someone to help him as his older brother brutally, carefully... by tendon and sinew, tore his broken arm off.
But no one would answer the child's cries.
"Remember dear little baby brother...
Do not show weakness. And furthermore,
Take advantage of other's weakness."
Sweating, and full of sudden rage, Rock turned and dashed, jumping in the air. The shockwave that had been charging in his hand still there, he didn't release it yet, not until he got close as he descended towards Gnash. "PAY ATTENTION!" He yelled out just as he was above Gnash, throwing his arm forward and firing the shockwave that would have enough momentum to possibly throw Gnash to the ground, or away. Cracking the ground, and possibly even causing a crater to form underneath Gnash. Chunks of ground and blue grass being up-heaved in the wave, some of these chunks may have landed in the nearby water, maybe disturbed the fish.
[N1] Shockwave [2/2]
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Post by Gnash on Apr 6, 2016 20:22:43 GMT
Gnash’s yellow hues widened at the mass of power surging right above his head. A voice rang danced along his eardrums, and this time it wasn’t one that was deliberately inside of his head. No, this one was real. It was in the realm of reality, and it was in the air above him. Rock had been charging this sphere of pent up energy for a while now, finally deciding it best to unleash it while giving the hooded Namekian a heads up. Gnash tilted his head towards the sky just in time to see a translucent shockwave barreling its way towards his position. The gusts of wind produced from this technique blew the white hood straight from the top of his cranium, leaving his bald head to shine in the vibrant Namekian sun.
Using his good leg, the towering green man launched himself from his current position, soaring backwards. The shock wave smashed directly into the ground where Gnash had been standing before, completely decimating the Namekian landscape. Chunks of soil and rock departed from their settled positions and crashing into the various lakes that surrounded the small island they had been on. Even though Gnash had completely avoided the attack, this shock wave harbored many others, those of which were able to knock Gnash from his balanced position in the air and send him flying into one of the large bodies of green water behind him. His massive body submerging in the emerald H2O caused waves to crash against the shoreline, spraying into the air.
Gnash’s eyes were fixated upon the rippled surface of the water, watching as it got further and further away from his elongated grasp. His back bounced off of the rocky sea floor below, prompting his lips to part and the small supply of air he did possess to be forced from his lungs. A stream of bubbles stretched from his gaping mouth to the surface, creating a small dome of rushing water. His two tonfa lie beside him, softly gliding across the murky floor below due to the movements caused by his large frame. One eyelid closed shut, the other nearly following suit. He grit his teeth together while sealing his lips shut in an attempt to keep the water from violating his innards. “Why did he have to come out now? Why..? Why did he have to ruin this? This could’ve been a fun spar.. I might have even been able to get my brethren to respect me. Now what do I look like because of you, crazy? Insane? Do I look like a moron now?”
These negative thoughts laced his mind as he grappled for his batons. “I can’t really give up now.. He’s expecting too much out of me. Hsang.. I’ll deal with you later, trust me. I haven’t forgotten about this.” His thick fingers found their home along the grip of his tonfa. He allowed a faint, white cloak of ki to surround his body while lifting himself into the air. Soon, his head followed by the rest of his body breached the surface of the water with the speed of a striking cobra. He stopped himself in mid-air about thirty or forty feet above the lands, high enough in the air for the inhabitants of Avistha village to see. He no longer sported his friendly and inviting smile. Instead, it had been replaced with an adamant grimace, his hardened features narrowing in on Rock’s location. He’d been utilizing his ki sensing abilities, not even giving the tattooed Namekian a chance to catch him by surprise.
“Your move!” Gnash yelled, projecting his voice for all to hear.
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Post by Rock on Apr 6, 2016 20:52:07 GMT
Rock watched as Gnash dodged just in time, landing in the upheaval of soil and sod, having to steady his feet as the shockwave reverberated. The splash shifted his attention towards the water, his blurred vision barely making out a sheen of white. Maybe that was Gnash. Rock took the opportunity to check his condition. Feeling a bit of warm liquid, he looked to his hand to see he'd been bleeding. Rock took off the scouter, looking at it now it seemed to have nearly cracked, and the screen was definitely cracked, shattered over one part. A cold feeling went down his spine, had he taken the glass screen to the eye? He put his hand tenderly over the eye, it stung and he saw color pulse through it at the slightest touch, perhaps it wasn't completely eviscerated. He'd need help taking out the pieces of glass... "A shame... I didn't want to end the spar just yet..." Surely enough, that whole side of his face was covered in blood. Could Namekians regrow eyes? He'd never had the displeasure of finding out. Should he risk taking the eye out to test it? He took out the bigger piece, yelping in pain, and crouched down on himself. Shaking, he packed away the scouter for now, not wanting to damage it further. He'd already need a new screen for it.
That was when the water burst upward, Rock looking up in the air towards Gnash with his blurry open eye, who was waiting for his move. Rock sat back then in the crater, shoulders slumping. "Nah, I'm good. I yield." He called up, spitting to the side any purple blood that had gotten in his mouth from pooling at the corner of his lips. He closed both eyes now, since they both stung and hurt. "I'm sure you'd win at this rate... Your two shots did more than a number on me, while my attempts failed to surmount to anything." Coward
"It was a good match, Gnash of Earth."
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Post by Gnash on Apr 6, 2016 21:19:03 GMT
Gnash’s ki sensing abilities pinged off of the dwindled power level of his opponent, who was stationed down inside of the crater he’d created moments before. He didn’t at all, only staring up as Gnash with what appeared to be… blood splattered across the left side of his face. It was extremely easy to see, even at this distance, given that purple blood against green skin stood out exceptionally well. The scarred Namekian’s eyes widened in horror at the potential damage he had caused in such a simple and friendly spar. “Oh no.. Did I take it too far?” He swung his tonfa around, sliding them into the small band of fabric attached to his left pant leg. He nestled the wooden sticks inside, both of them fitting snugly inside.
He lowered himself towards the ground, all the while pulling his damp hood over range of his head once more. He felt somewhat at home in there. Somewhat.
As soon as his ankle touched solid ground, he released a tender groan, the pain almost unbearable at this point. “Damn. It seems like we both really messed each other up. But..” He smiled, reminiscing on the battle. It was intense, unlike any other spar he’d had before. Of course he didn’t find pleasure in injuring a fellow brethren or on his own person, but this ferocity brought a whole new level of excitement into his boring, everyday life. It was refreshing, to say the least.
Back at the immediate task, Gnash limped his way towards the fallen Namekian. As he approached the side of the crater, he was now able to see the hard he’d done to his new friend. His scouter had been shattered, presumably by the ki blast he unloaded upon his face at point-blank range. Red shards of glass poked out from the mush that was previously his eyeball. Purple liquid profusely splashed from the tiny cuts and incisions left by said shards. Gnash had royally fucked over his eyeball, obviously by accident. A look of concern mixed with a tinge of guilt washed over his drying face;
“Oh, Rock.. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how powerful my blasts were. I should’ve been monitoring my power level more sufficiently..” He cursed under his breath, slamming the base of his fist against his left thigh. “We need to get you back to the village right now. They have herbs and such that can help you. I am almost positive there is one of our brethren there skilled in the medical arts. We need to move now before you lose it.”
He pushed a sense of urgency upon his tone, beckoning for the injured Namekian to follow him back to Avishta. If there wasn’t a medic there, Cordian surely knew of where they could find one. Even then, they had supplies to hold the pain over until they could acquire some proper treatment for Rock. He knew that going into the heart of the dragon would be extremely uncomfortable for Rock, and he might even refuse. But this was for his well-being. Namekian’s had powerful regeneration powers, but he didn’t think it was sufficient enough to re-grow an entire eyeball. If they didn’t roll out now, he could lose it.
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Post by Rock on Apr 7, 2016 2:54:03 GMT
Rock watched as Gnash landed, noting the faltering in his steps as he limped over, a grim satisfaction overtaking him at the sight. At least he did some damage. Now with the adrenalin fading, he started to really feel the pain of the shards of glass in his eye. When Gnash started to apologize he growled. He tried to keep his expression stoic, simply because furrowing his brows would just really hurt right now. "I'm sorry, were we dancing or fighting?" His tone was highly annoyed, but at Gnash's behest he stood, "You're... going to have to guide me." He muttered in a low tone, almost in an embarrassed sort of way, his hand held out.
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Post by Gnash on Apr 7, 2016 3:27:20 GMT
The larger Namekian veered back at the low growl that rumbled between Rock’s lips. He clearly wasn’t stoked for what had just happened to him, or what Gnash had just done to him rather. Who would be? He could potentially be losing his eyeball with no way of reproducing one or fixing it. “I apologize for getting a little rough… Something just..” He paused for a brief moment, remembering back to the one who’d tainted his mind early on in this spar. He was hinting at Gnash, urging him to kill Rock right then and there. He gave no valid reasons other than “Because I want you to.” For Gnash, that wasn’t a good enough reason to kill anyone.
He reached down into the crater with his right hand, grabbing hold of Rock’s. Using his herculean strength, he lifted the smaller Namekian from Namek’s newest landmark. He pulled Rock’s arm around his neck so that he could use Gnash’s larger body for support to lean on, in case he couldn’t particularly walk all that well. It was a lot easier this way as well. He could carry Rock and fly, giving them a much faster mean of getting to Avishta village, which was right over the hill of where they had been. It was centered right near a waterfall that flowing down into a river which bisected the entire village in half. Cordian had told Gnash of the sacred vibe surrounding the chamber hidden behind said waterfall.
If Rock had allowed, Gnash would fly up into the air while dangling his tattooed brethren around his shoulders. “I am sorry if this hurts. I’m trying my best to get you there as safe as possible.” Once the duo became visible along the horizon of the rocky cliff-side, many of the villagers, Cordian included, gathered around in a big circle, all eyes traced upon them. Cordian raced to the front of the mass of green, an amalgamation of horror and confusion plastered to his features.
“G-Gnash.. What’re you doing?!” He called out to them, a droplet of sweat rolling down the side of his face as Gnash and Rock landed right in front of them. Cordian took a few steps back, not wanting to be in close proximity of the Shanite. “Cordian-san, he needs medical assistance, immediately. He’s going to lose his eyeball.”
Placing his hands firmly upon his broad hips, Cordian shook his head. “Gnash, we can’t do that. Dealing with his kind is prohibi-” --- “He isn’t a Demon caste! He is one of us. Please.” Gnash pleaded, still holding Rock up so that the man didn’t fall flat on his face. Cordian seemed conflicted on this entire situation. Regardless, Gnash was one of his closest friends, having gained his trust within a short period of time of being on New Namek. He pointed towards one of the smaller dome-houses to their left with an exasperated sigh.
“Fine, fine. Go in there. I’m going to gather some supplies, one of our medics will be in shortly.”
Gnash turned, now moving towards the small hut. He tapped his foot against the door, prompting it to swing open from the monstrous force of his toes. He released Rock, pointing towards either side of the room where two beds lie. “Lie down, Cordian said a medic’ll be here soon.”
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Post by Rock on Apr 8, 2016 14:31:51 GMT
Rock just shook his head at Gnash, but reached up to take his hand. As he was lifted to his feet, he was surprised to find him wrapping the arm around his shoulder. He stiffened a bit, not used to anyone being this close to him, but allowed it. "Its fine." He muttered at Gnash's concern, his face was hurting anyway, no way around it. He looked down at the village as they landed, barely seeing it but he could hear them. He could hear the whispering and the concern of the villagers. He could hear their paranoia, their fear filled tones.
He listened as Cordian was as ignorant as ever, the Shanite couldn't help but sneer. There was a pause between Gnash's plead and Cordian's answer that made Rock's mind go to dark places. His frustration slowly smouldering into a yet fully realized rage. He was surprised when Cordian had agreed to help at all. Allowing Gnash's bigger stature lead him to some new location, he kept his good eye shut as he sat down on one of the beds, keeping his back straight.
"You should never plead with people like that." He told Gnash in a cold tone, his jaw set tightly, only partially from pain.
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Post by Gnash on Apr 8, 2016 18:19:26 GMT
Gnash entered the hut right alongside Rock, showing his fellow Namekian to the ‘operating table’. He stood back into the corner of the room, resting his back against a wall that was right beside the doorway. He brought his arms up, crossing them along his vascular chest. His yellow eyes burned brightly through the shadows cast over his face from his hooded cloak. His eyes narrowed in on Rock, specifically the injury applied to his face. He was still losing a copious amount of blood, and the cold, stoic stares he was stabbed with every now and again told Gnash that he wasn’t happy about what had happened. Of course he wasn’t, he got stabbed in the fucking eye with glass.
“I should’ve been regulating my strength more efficiently… That was a major part of my training. Being able to summon as much strength as needed at any given time without going overboard, or underboard. This is clearly showing me I haven’t reached that level yet. Damnit! If only I would have trained more. If only I would have honed my skills. Maybe if I wouldn’t have taken that break from training after the Saiyan Invasion, I wouldn’t be in this boat right now.” Gnash grinded his teeth together. He was pissed off with himself, not for hurting Rock, but for not being as skilled as he believed he should be.
“Mmm?” He shook his cranium around, knocking away the tedious thoughts for now. Rock was grumbling under his breath with a statement aimed right for the hooded warrior. “It got us what we needed, didn’t it? You’re getting medical help now because of it. Had I not been able to convince him one way or another, you would be without an eyeball. I wanted to take a less confrontational approach to this. I’m not going to use fists in order to convince him, that is for sure.” He shook his cranium around, knocking away the tedious thoughts for now. Rock was grumbling under his breath with a statement aimed right for the hooded warrior. “It got us what we needed, didn’t it? You’re getting medical help now because of it. Had I not been able to convince him one way or another, you would be without an eyeball. I wanted to take a less confrontational approach to this. I’m not going to use fists in order to convince him, that is for sure.” Gnash spoke in a calm tone. This was how his father had raised him. Not to fight people at every turn just to get what you wanted, but instead to verbally reason with them. If that didn’t work out, well he was trained to deal with individuals that decided to get physical.
The curtains in the doorway opening up as soon as Gnash had finished speaking, two Namekians filing in. One was of course Cordian, and the other was carrying some sort of bag around his shoulder, presumably filled with medical supplies. Cordian softly placed his hand against the Namekian’s shoulder, looking from both Gnash and Rock, though mostly towards Gnash. “This is Whist. He is the best doctor we have available.” Whist waddled over towards Rock and knelt before the bed, setting his pack down beside him. Cordian motioned for Gnash, pointing towards the doorway.
The two stood outside, quite a ways away from the hut both Whist and Rock were in. Cordian spoke first, breaking the short-term silence immediately. “I’m going to catch a lot of flak for this.. You realize that?”
“Why? He isn’t a Mazoku caste. He told me so himself. Do you sense any overwhelming malicious intent from him? Because I surely do not.”
“Do you just believe everything everyone tells you, Gnash? Are you that naive?”
“I believed what you have told me. Are you saying I shouldn’t?”
“No, Gnash. That isn’t what I’m trying to say.. You can’t just trust-”
“I can trust one of us, right? He is one of us. He’s shy, rightfully so. Because of what you all have put him through, he feels like he doesn’t belong. I know that feeling all too well. There aren’t many of us back on Earth, save for a few villages up north. Other than that, the small number that we do have there are secluded, they don’t interact with the general populace like I did. I was subject to stares, glares, mothers yanking their children from me in fear that I would gobble them up for a snack. I was subject to bullying for the way that I looked, just the same as he.” Gnash pointed towards the hut. “He feels like an outcast. If I can change that, then I’ve done my job right.”
Cordian’s face filled up with a purple hue, opening his mouth to retaliate. He firmly bit down on his tongue and huffed an angered breath of air through his nostrils. “One of the elders would like to speak with you about this. In the chamber.”
Gnash gave his friend a simple nod, walking towards the small hut to their right. His movements were halted when Cordian wrapped his hand around Gnash’s shoulder pauldron, pulling him back. “Gnash.. You can’t keep playing the middle-man. One day, you’re going to cross a bridge in which you have to make a difficult decision for the betterment of the people you care about. That may very well hurt others, others that you may care about.”
Gnash stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to face Cordian, a fiery glow emanating from his golden hues. “Then I’ll burn that bridge down and build my own.” Gnash turned his head and shrugged off Cordian’s hand, leaving the older Namekian in a pool of his own thoughts. He cared not for the decisions that would come his way, as he would find a solution for them all. And if he couldn’t, he would do exactly what he said. He would burn the ultimatum and create his own path, his own resolution.
Gnash used his forearm to push aside the curtain, peering into the small establishment. He cleared his throat, prompting Whist to stop his operations and glance back towards the seven-foot-eight Namekian for a second. “Rock, I have a meeting I need to attend to. Whist and Cordian can take it from here. Once again, I apologize for breaking your scouter. If we meet again, which I surely hope we do, I will do my best to try and fix it. No promises, though.” He spewed a soft chuckle before backing away from the hut and lifting himself into the air. He soared towards the waterfall, mentally bracing himself for the possible lecture that he would be smacked with.
Just like Cordian, this elder would be shut down. Gnash firmly believed that Rock was not a Mazoku Caste. He was just severely understood. If he had to go up against the entire village, or hell the entire planet, just to prove Rock to be a good man, then so be it. He was ready to fight a war, whether it be one he could win or lose.
[Exit -- Final WC: 8024 with Heavy Weights equipped.]
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 10, 2016 17:06:24 GMT
Gnash - 8100 WC; 16352 [!] PL
Rock - 3725 WC; 8195 PL
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