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"Bahahahaha! Oh man, that was awesome." Maxwell laughs profusely and wipes his eyes. Yep, there's a tear there. Honestly, that's not what he was expecting. He was expecting his head to go flying or something. Maybe after that he would loot the ship for some valuables. It's not the first time he's done something like that But no matter! What he just got to see happen was a hilarious scene of that dude rolling through the sand. Mm, priceless. Its actually really incredible that LeeRoy managed to survive that too. There aren't many things that can survive a full punch from Maxwell, and he'll be the first to tell you, he certainly didn't expect THAT guy to live. He looks decently tough for an average human, but certainly not anything greater than average. Maxwell rubs his impressively chiseled chin. "Maybe I underestimated you, Scientist," He mumbles to himself.

Now, there is a crucial decision to make here. Maxwell could either A: Apologize to LeeRoy and offer his help. (Not gonna happen.) Or he could B: Go to LeeRoy, say he underestimated him, and try to come to a mutual understanding so that they both dont die out in the middle of the fucking desert. Hmmm. Neither of them are honestly very appealing. Admitting he's wrong? Fuck that noise.

Maxwell shrugs his shoulders and begins to walk towards the ship. It's whatever really. It's either join up with LeeRoy, or have a considerably more likely chance of dying out in the middle of a metric asston of sand. And right now, Maxwell hates sand more than he hates LeeRoy. He definitely at least dislikes LeeRoy though. I mean, did you hear what all he said to him?! Ridiculous. He totally insulted Maxwell's god, and that's a grievous charge. However, Maxwell just almost literally knocked LeeRoy's block off, so he figures they're even. He'll call it that anyway, cause having to deal with more arguing is more of a pain in the ass than Maxwell is willing to go through. And after looking at LeeRoy, he figures that dude could do a whole lot more arguing before getting tired.

So hopefully the two grown ass men will realize that more arguing is stupid, let bygones be bygones, and not make even more of a mess than they're already in. Maxwell slips his gauntlet back on and continues walking towards LeeRoy, who is walking towards the ship, calling out to him.

"Hey! That was really impressive, surviving that punch. I'm prideful, but not stupid. So how about we call it there and see about getting out of this fucking desert?" He swears to god though, if he makes a comment about 'Oh, backing down already?' or something, LeeRoy's gonna get the slip slapped out of him. Again.

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Khan, is spider world still going to be a thing? Im fine with having Khold do things now that LeeRoy pulled Keezi out.

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Maxwell's a good guy, though not technically a Hero. Dude's got a mean streak a mile wide. Course, he's not involved with the fight against evil at all right now, so I guess he doesn't even count right now.

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Yeah, I think I'd be okay with that. I'm still interested in picking some of that power boosting yellow rock up.

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I'd throw Maxwell at a giant robot that'd be amazzzing. It'd be like a Shadow of the Colossus fight. However, I'm currently enjoying Maxwell punching LeeRoy in the face so he's a bit occupied. And on a different planet so.. >.>

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Ohhhhh, we have ourselves a feisty one here. Looks like the scientist has a bit of fight in him after all. Maxwell grins once he starts his tirade again. Two can play this game, and I can guarantee Maxwell has more fight in him that the one yelling.

"You can go on making abrasive comments about how you're better than me!" "Well excuse me! I wasn't exactly saying Im better than you, just tougher. Two totally different categories. If I was talking about being better than you, trust me, you'd know!" Maxwell retorts rather aggressively. He doesn't take kindly to being yelled at for no good reason. He comes hurtling out of the sky, gets hit by a SPACESHIP and somehow its HIS fault he had to get it off of him!? Yeah no, he doesn't think so. LeeRoy is pushing his luck quick, and the thread is wearing thing. And now that he knows what god Maxwell's with? How in the hell would he know that? He better keep his mouth shut on that though, if there's one thing Maxwell doesn't tolerate at all, it's having his patron talked shit about.

And now the runt is going on about how stupid self repairing ships are. Yeah, like Maxwell fucking cares about that. "Well fucking EXCUSE me princess! How in the hell was I supposed to know that!? I've run into self repairing ships before, it's honestly not that uncommon! I take it I'm a wee bit smarter than you give me credit for. I've been all over the fucking universe and have learnt a lot more than your average, everyday solider. TRUST me, I'm EVERYTHING but average!" Now Maxwell's yelling too, a vein bulging in his head from anger. Goddamn he hates people yelling at him. His hearing's better than a normal human, just like everything else, and yelling is just fucking grating.

Numbnuts. How clever. Thats grade A middle school insults right there. But its still annoying now, annoying enough to give Maxwell just even more of a push over the edge of violence. As LeeRoy keeps yelling about how punching him would be super unoriginal, he nods his head. Yeah, punching him, that's exactly what he's gonna do. He brings up his right arm and takes the gauntlet off, hanging it off of his hip, attached to the armor. And how lucky for LeeRoy, he just lifted his visor.

Wait, what was that? " You're nothing more than a worker of your god, gods are not super caring about mortals. You know that right? You're just a blink in the lifetime of an immortal being." Yeah, that's what he thought he heard. Maxwell immediately stops listening to whatever the rest LeeRoy is saying. Talking shit about his god is the number one thing to not do around Maxwell.

With a vein bulging in his forehead and a brutally cold smile, Maxwell cocks his arm back and twists his hip. This is gonna be a full power, whole contact right straight. "You need to shut the hell up, NOW. I've fucking had it with you! I TRIED being nice, and since that didn't WORK, try this! You're gonna need my help a hell of a lot more than I need yours!" He throws his shoulder forward, twists his hips back around and give a perfect, by the book right straight right at LeeRoy's face. This would take a normal human's head right off, but Maxwell gives no fuck. LeeRoy shouldlve take then warning when he got it, but he let his temper get the best of him. Oh well.

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Oh, this is a turn of events. Turns out the scientist is a rather stocky individual with HUGE arms. Maxwell raises his eyebrows and looks down at his own arms. Hmm, they're about the same size. That's honestly really surprising. Maxwell is so much bigger than normal people, its not common to find anyone with limbs coming anywhere close to his size. Completely ignoring his ranting, Maxwell nods his head. Rather impressive that, honestly. Odd thing to be impressed by, but come on, when you're like Maxwell, you've really got to take your likenesses with other humans when you can get them.

But anyway, back to the topic at hand. Little arguing guy right in front of him. "Yeah, I did hit your ship! It was on TOP of me. What else was I supposed to do?" Maxwell states this VERY obvious line of though. Ships on top of him, ship needs to go. "And I survived that crash because I'm made of just a wee bit sterner stuff than most people, including, Im assuming, you." His voice gets a bit lower near the end of that statement. Its not exactly a threat, but ey, when you've lived a life of violence like Maxwell has, things like this just have a tendency to happen.

What's this dudes problem anyway? If he built a ship capable of traversing through space, shouldn't it have like, self repairing nanomachines or something? He'll be the first to admit, Maxwell doesn't know all that much about science. His origin world wasn't that scientifically advanced, and he only knows what he picked up through his travels. "Doesn't your ship just repair itself anyway? I mean, if you can travel through space quickly, it's gotta be pretty advanced, right?" He takes his helmet off, letting his hair out, and scratches the back of his head. "I mean, I'm fairly ignorant of all this "Future Science" stuff."

"Also, you've got to be a lot tougher than you look, cause otherwise you'd not be insulting someone of my stature. I've beat the literal shit out of dudes for less than what you've said." He's gotta admit though, he respects someone who won't back down from a fight, even if it is incredibly stupid. "Yes, to answer your question, I am a "Bitch" of a god. I prefer the term paladin though, so I'd appreciate if you use it." Maxwell creases his eyebrows. He's not about to beat LeeRoy up yet, but he's also not quite a nice guy, and being referred to as a bitch is not something he takes kindly to. He's not above punching a nerd in the glasses.

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Unfortunately, not.

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"Ah, that's much better. Don't have a hundred tons of bullshit sitting on my back. No sand in my face. Love it." He takes a deep breath and stretches, trying to loosen some of his muscles so that bruises he gets later won't be the size of melons, his muscles sounding like tanned leather as they stretch. He opens his eyes and his ears twitch as he hears a faint, 'What.' Oh, so the pilot of that ship decided to show up, huh. Guess there's really no choice, considering the ship itself if now about 200 feet away, buried in the sand. Maxwell allows himself a small grin of satisfaction. Normally he doesn't get so much enjoyment out of ruining someone else's things, but not gonna lie, tossing that ship felt real good. He looks at LeeRoy, takes a step backward, and then makes a jump.

Now, this is no ordinary jump. Maxwell has legs that would make a Giant Redwood tree weep from the beauty. We're talking grade A treetrunks. These legs allow Maxwell, all thirty five HUNDRED pounds of him, to run at a speed of 100 miles an hour without stopping for at least 7 hours. So when I say that Maxwell jumps, its more appropriate to say he took off from the ground. With force. Jumping 100 feet is simple for Maxwell. So, he angles himself properly, and launches over to LeeRoy, cracking the ground where he lands with his massive weight.

"So, is this your ship? It landed on me. It kind of hurt." He states is simply and matter of factly, as if just being slightly hurt by it was completely natural.

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Oh for the love of god. Okay, so now the entire ship has started to spin tremendously, which would probably give him a headache if he didnt have the constitutional fortitude of adamantium. Honestly though, it's probably a good thing he's crammed so far down into the hull, otherwise he would be unceremoniously ejected out of his little hole, right back into the air. And from this high up, it would do a lot more than just hurt. He might even break his leg or something, and that would be unfortunate! So for now, he really has nothing better to do than close his eyes and brace for impact. "This day is already not going in my favor."

I mean really, as long as the ship doesn't land backside down everything will be fi-THUMP.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPNG." Maxwell lets out a muffled cry of pain behind his mask. He just slammed into sand at 150 mph, which wouldn't have hurt him that much, to be honest. It's the 78 ton ship that just LANDED ON HIM. Right on his back. Not only was he just Meteor Crashed into the desert sand, the force of the ship landing on him ejected him about 70 feet into the sand, absolutely burying him under a massive amount of bullshit, and he only kept sinking further. Most of the time, Maxwell never lets any sort of painful utterance out, but his body decided to make an exception after what just happened.

Maxwell takes a second to pat himself down and do a runcheck of the damage. Armor's horribly dented, some parts of it crumpled up against his body, some of them bulging out, there's a hole in his left leg piece. Bones seem to be okay though. Nothing's broken, but everything is sore. Absolutely incredibly sore. And angry. Maxwell reaches up and removes his angry mask, revealing an even angrier face underneath. "I. Hate. Sand." He begins to mutter as he wiggles around to face up. "Sand. Gets. In. Everything." His gauntlets begin to light up and glow with the Holy Fire. "Takes. Forever to get out." The heat from the Fire begins to glass the sand around him as he pulls himself through the sand at a pretty marvelous pace. Once he stops, the gloves turn off.

Now, with a face and armor full of sand, Maxwell positions himself underneath the hole he made in the ship, now facing up. "Piece of shit ship." He punches it, HARD. The ship creaks, moving up about a foot. "Dropping me in sand." He punches again, this time with his right arm, trying to put his body into it the best he can in the bad sand conditions. About two or three feet this time. "Just fucking MOVE!" He roars, punching the ship with both arms at full strength, the veins in his arms rippling out, a vein bulging in his forehead. Normally,he'd be able to lift and toss something like this out of the way no problem. The sand makes it so the best punch he can deliver is a straight arm punch. Not particularly good, probably only about 30 percent normal force. But for Maxwell, even thirty percent is still huge. Huge enough in fact, to blow the ship out of the sand, busting a hole through the bottom and sending it spiraling through the air, flipping over and over. Maxwell is not happy. He crawls to where the ship was, standing on the bottom of the crater.