LeeRoy

Only Two Things Come From Texas (LeeRoy Vs. Gonad)

It was like a dream, something with which LeeRoy was horribly unfamiliar these days. If it were a situation that were less dire and horrific he would have appreciated the surreal severance from the boring normalcy of constant waking affairs. Time seemed to drag on for an eternity and his own body was moving as though through molasses. This fist of great power flew towards him as an asteroid bound to eradicate all life falls upon a planet. Though it was just perspective, the slow descent of the fist upon him was nightmarish.

As LeeRoy fell forward his arms and knees drifted into the natural position for one to catch themselves, I would pray most people would be aware of this by now. I shouldn't have to describe common knowledge.

His elbows dropped harshly upon the ribcage of Gonad as his weight was pulled into the fist. Which he was only just now noticing, LeeRoy would have felt fear if this body was able to transport the right hormones. Though he did feel a hot wash of almost ecstasy burn through his blood as adrenaline was pushed through his unnatural blood.

LeeRoy's hands rose to his helmet in a frantic attempt to free himself from Gonad's grip, but it was too late. The fist was upon him and to devastating effect. It crunched against his cheekbone and pushed his head backwards against the inside of his helmet with a thump. The bone in his face crumpled away from the mighty fist of the barbaric warrior and LeeRoy was almost tempted to scream.

Nice job. Why'd you let him punch you?

With shaking fingers he found the clips on his helmet, since Gonad was too preoccupied with pummeling his face to notice he was free to unlock the fastens and attempt to pull away before Gonad could deliver another punch. Again, too late. As he pulled backwards and away Gonad's fist smashed directly into his mouth, pushing his upper jaw inwards and sending blood and teeth down his throat. To which LeeRoy promptly responded with a messy grunt of almost fluid consistency.

The punch knocked him firmly backwards and away from Gonad, his legs kicked frantically for a moment as he was almost airborne until his hindquarters hit the floorboards.

It's not like I wanted to eat my own teeth today!

The most pain he's felt in a few years was nothing compared to the horror when LeeRoy caught a glimpse of Gonad's face.

It wasn't like most people who have hurt him in the past, it wasn't a smug grin or face filled with rage. It wasn't even the smile of a sadist.

It was total passivity, as though it didn't matter what was happening here.

Though LeeRoy shared the sentiment, Gonad's face was beyond just sentiment.

It was.

Truly the most horrifying thing he's ever laid eyes upon.

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Underneath a busted lamp with an empty bottle of booze dangling from his gnarly fingertips, Dunnaman sat and observed quietly as Resolution stormed forth and robbed a woman blind. Literally standing less than a foot away from another. . .

Er. . .Woman?

Through narrowed eyes he tried to piece together the image through a haze of drunken stupidity. "A man?" He mumbled to himself with a mouth half-filled with a liquor that left an incredibly unpleasant aftertaste. He almost chewed the drink before swallowing it, his eyes settled intently on the one with a questionable gender. For another few moments he glared at Xiomara before giving up and settling on the idea that it was in fact a mystery and one that he wasn't sober enough to solve or care.

Right as he had settled him mind, he noticed the situation escaling rapidly. Jen had stood and was lashing out in frustration towards the mechanized mischief maker with a harsh slap to the face. Liu, the Bartender whom he always kept happy with the barter he brought in, sent over the new barmaid to draw her away from the gathering storm. Though if she's here she's probably strong enough to handle your average rabble rouser.

Though if they're here, they're probably not your average rabble rouser.

"Hmm."

The thought hadn't occured to him that this woman might be in genuine danger until right about now, you know, the moments after the slap. Ria spoke to him as he rose from his seat, the wooden seat squeaked in relief as his tremendous weight rose. For a moment he reached out to use Ria as a support but his hand stopped just short of her shoulder and his finger curled. He had almost forgotten how much he weighs until the sounds of the seat reminded him, good thing too, he didn't want to hurt the poor girl by dropping near a ton on her.

With a sniff and a huff, Dunnaman pushed himself out of the shaded corner noisily. Having to sit back down and scoot a few feet to get past the table without knocking it over, rising once more to an annoying protest from the seat. "Quiet you!" He muttered angrily towards the seat, speaking just loud enough for Ria to hear his words. They were so heavily accented and slurred that one might not even be able to recognize it as English. He scratched at his side for a moment, the rising and falling shook his belly a bit and it felt uncomfortable now.

Or maybe it was because he finally shifted all of his weight after an hour or so of drinking.

Probably both.

Dunnaman turned towards the Hell Machine with a swift look, his jowls shaking slightly as they caught up with the rest of his face. Both his hair and beard flowed past him in unison, waving in an unnatural fashion. Caused by no wind that was present in the room, they seemed to move totally independent of his face. "You!" Hollered the drunkard in a voice that was so booming and deep that it rattled the lantern behind him. It bumped the back of his head as it swung.

"Yes you, the metal devil! How dare you thieve in front of me?" Extending his right hand forward and widening his feet, putting his right foot down sharply and stretching his left leg way behind his body. His left arm reached down towards the weapon on his hip and removed the fasten that held it in place. "I'll show you what for! You thieving hooligan!"

Or something to that effect, what actually flowed from his mouth was drunken babbling that sort of resembled what he said, but was definitely not what he said.

Eh, whatever the case may be, it would be confusing to everyone involved either way.

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Can we actually get a fight started before another argument?

I know we're all super argumentative but come on.

Only Two Things Come From Texas (LeeRoy Vs. Gonad)

@Doc Doctor
After I get home from work, I'll have a post up ASAP.

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@ImportantNobody
U wana fite

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After @importantnobody posts I'll post. Since Melon subjected me to his ditsy barmaid.

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<Snipped quote by Negatomsk>

You still need to ask permission to actually have a fight, it's basically a standard Arena rule. Otherwise high tiers just wouldn't be allowed in, as they could waltz around murdering lower tiers of a whim.

@MelonHead

@Negatomsk
Yeah literally this, if you just show up and are like: "Fight me."

And are way above their tier, they don't stand much chance.

Also I apologize for offending you.

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@Enki
You didn't pay a lick of attention :V

I meant the big bar brawl that's about to go down.

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@Starfall
Don't believe it all you want, I'm done arguing y'know.

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@Starfall
No, I'm really not.

This is the exact same backwards logic that censors everything.

"I'm offended."

"What do I do to make you not offended?"

"Change it."

And so they do, they remove it or doll it up to look pretty. They block out opinions, they hide their thoughts and shelter everyone because our feelings are more important than our freedom.

This kind of argument that escalates into a much bigger problem is my least favorite kind of argument. Because while it sticks to the central concept for the majority of it, it moves like a conversation. It travels topics eventually and I don't dance with that concept very well.

It generally leads to me getting angrier and angrier, and as someone who's pretty emotionally stunted I only enjoy Anger when I get satisfaction afterwards.

Which doesn't happen in arguments where the opposing agent refuses to back down, so I ain't enjoying being frustrated right now.

The topic at hand is that I called something Edgy.

And supposedly, I offended someone.

I have been shown no proof that anyone is offended, and I have been told that I'm childish for having an opinion.

This argument is moot until further evidence is provided.