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The moment had taken him aback and put him in two minds.  He knew he had gone too far and been disrespectful by storming in like this, but he also knew who he was dealing with.  [Color=Green][i]Damn you Baphomet.[/i][/color]  As he was sent into the door, slamming it shut, he knew by the look in Zell’s eyes that he was seeing red.  [Color=Green][i]I am going to have to fight back.[/i][/color]  The first two hooks landed, and then came forth the explosion of pain.  He never realised how strong Zell was.

He weaved the third strike, a hook meant for the face, then locked Zell’s arm with his own, dragging the fighter into a vicious headbutt.  He  then proceeded to pick Zell up and fling him across the room.  No part of Zell’s body touched the floor until he smashed into the opposite wall and came crashing down onto the chest of drawers, knocking the lamp off and bringing both Zell and the furniture tumbling over into the ground.

Barracker marched over, hoping the fight was done.  But when he got close, Zell sprang up and wrapped his arms around the Paladin’s waist and lifted him off the ground.  Barracker managed to punch him a few times before he was plummeting to the floor.  Lucky though, they both hit the edge of the bed to absorb some fall damage and then bounced onto the floor.

The two friends rolled around on the ground, hitting eachother and trying to get the top position…

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The two of them were sitting on the floor, backs against opposite walls, facing each other.  Their breathing was a bit erratic.  Barracker could tell that the hate had disappeared from Zell’s eyes, the fighter seemed back to himself.  [Color=Green][i]Baphomet is gone, for now,[/i][/color] the Paladin thought, as he touched his own face, checking for any injuries.  It was hard to tell but he guessed that he might have suffered a broken nose and fractured cheekbone.

[Color=Green]“You hit like the very giants that created the Sibliconians,”[/color] he said as a straight faced joke.  

It took him a few moments to order his thoughts of what he wanted to say, on a serious note. [Color=Green]“I am not mad at you, only Baphomet.  Only he deserves the blame for this mess.”[/color]  his breathing levelled out, [Color=Green]“You are cursed Zell, just like a hundred men before you.  You do see it, don’t you?”[/color]  The two men went back and forth for a bit.  Barracker was glad that the two were on the same page, that things were ok between them.  Just a couple of guys hashing things out, albeit in the most primitive way.  [Color=Green][i]I think with my muscles way too much.  Odis would be disappointed, but would probably laugh.[/i][/color]