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8 yrs ago
Current Watch this if you want a laugh 😂 ifunny.co/fun/rcw4H4gH4
8 yrs ago
Well where was the humor then??
8 yrs ago
That's probably your giant asshole talking.
8 yrs ago
I would expect dark and DIRTY from giant assholes actually.
8 yrs ago
Nobody gives a hoot!! Lol

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"I don't know wh-" the words hung loose on his lips as he watched Auz tear open his own throat. "-at the fuck just happened."

Lowering the club slightly Xavier used one of the rough stone edges to scratch his head quizzically. The struggling had wound down and the man lay motionless in his own blood. Xaviers brow furrowed once again.

"Damnit!" he screamed, slamming the club into the helm of Auz. The brief crunch and squish of the destroyed cranium was satisfying, but did little to appease his anger. The stone of the club fell to pieces on impact, leaving only the rod in Xaviers hand as he spun around. Bending at the knee Xavier squatted backwards until he was able to seat himself on a hunk of stone still embedded within Auzs skull.
"That's a shit way to lose you know." he jabbed angrily at the dead body beneath him before sighing in exasperstion.

That crunch was like music to his ears. The vibrations of it that reverberated into his arm sent a chill up his spine. Xavier couldn't help but chuckle now as the club came back around. Xavier following through with the momentum so it could be swung back around and replaced on his shoulder. The wound on his chest stopped oozing blood now, as Xavier had felt the majority of the fight to be over.

A smirk still on his face Xavier locked a fierce gaze with the man. He had survived longer than others here, maybe he deserved a little information.

"I don't know where I come from anymore." He spoke low and smooth. "I awoke here years ago able only to remember my surname: Bloodbayne. A name given to those who wield blood which is as tainted as mine."

Xaviers grip tightened on the clubs handle. "Now warrior. You die." In one swift and strong motion Xavier would bring the club down in what he thought to be one final time. The speed of this would mirror the previous strike. The force however would be doubled as it was being swung down instead of sideways. The target was once against the chest of Auz. Should this make contact his armor and body would surely cripple and break under the force.
They just wanted the candidate who could make the biggest impact...


Xaviers left hand fell from the club on his shoulder as he dropped his left shoulder as well as angled it back. With a twist of his hips and A miniscule bow of his knees he was dropped and angled ever so slightly out of the blades path. A light tearing sound filling the air for a moment as Auzs blade just barely tears the fabric and opens a hair line cut across his left pectoral muscle. In the moment he was cut Xavier began swinging only his right arm in a horizontal swipe for the mid area of Auzs legs. Even though it was swung singlehandedly it held more force than a human could generate.

From the wound on his chest an almost excess amount of blood was coming forth. No more than what he would create with his hand only now it could flow more freely. Still worming its way along Xaviers skin until it found its home in the club even as it was swung.
Rather than make any move to defend himself, Xavier only grinned as the man closed the distance. As Auzs foot fell and the club pressed on Xaviers shoulder, the metallic webbing holding the club retracted, but the stone held firm now. With the club on his shoulder the angle was almost to perfect and the man was dangerously close. The rods position changed in an instant without Xavier physically signalling it . The base elongating at an incredible rate towards the center of Auzs breastplate. It would extend for an extra foot beyond the impact point. If he did not move in time the impact would be substantial. Enough to buckle the metal and potentially knock him off balance, possibly incuring physical damage beneath the metal as well. The extra foot extension would be used to shove him away after the impact should his balance be compromised. All the while Xavier watched for the mans reaction, not having moved and waiting to conduct a physical counter should the next action require it.

"Are you positive it isn't your breath you smell?"


A guttural growl rumbled from within Xaviers chest as his muscles began to flex. The earth at his feet began to audibly and visibly crack before Xavier managed to get the rod the twist, a nearly perfect circle of stone twisting in the earth with it. With a grunt Xavier heaved the rod from the ground, revealing a 2 foot club of stone attached to the end. Xavier had used the last surge of blood to create a rough metal webbing throughout the stone. Allowing its form to stay firm as he heaved it back over his shoulder.

Though the weight of the rod was increased drastically, Xavier still swung it as though it were a piece if rebar. Rather than stepping into the swing, Xavier reeled back one step and withdrew the metallic webbing from the stone back into the rod. Commanding a minor change in the rods circumference within the stone so it would slip away with ease. The stone flew from the rod with haste, flying horizontally at the man from 6 feet away.

Watching the stone fly, the rod shifted its form once again. Melting into itself now. It created a finely detailed hilt before expaning to create the beginning of a blade. What it began to create was 10 inches wide and 2 inches thick. However its creation halted after 2 feet without the blades tip being created. It only took an instant to attempt the creation. At its failing Xavier cursed, the form molding back as his hand began to throb once again.


It's good to be back in it!!
A short gasp slipped from Xaviers lips as his opponent lurched forward, attempting to slam his feet down in an emergency brake. The instant his foot hit so did Auz, the impact stopping the majority of Xaviers forward momentum. The remainder went to his upper body, sending him reeling over Auz in an instant. In this moment it was all he could do to reach down with his left hand and put it near Auz, calling to the blood there. What had not dried yet bubbled at the surface for an instant before lifting from the cuirass and onto his skin.

The extra blood was only a half handful, but it was enough to allow a 2 foot growth of his rod (oh yeah) as it transferred into his body. Now almost completely upside down Xavier thrust his hand and rod down towards the ground. The tip flattened just before impact, widening to the shape of a teacup saucer so that when it slammed on the ground it would resist penetration and propel him into the air. With a swift curl of the legs and a shift of his body weight Xavier flipped to reorient himself, landing 6 paces from the man. The tip of the now 6 foot rod thinning out so that he could slam it two feet into the ground as he dropped to a knee on impact.

"Quick Reflexes." the smirk was now a tiny psychotic smile. The hit left his legs a little sore, but his superior muscular density prevented serious injury.

While taking a very long and deep breath Xavier visibly tensed his right hand. For a moment his hand swelled before 'popping' and allowing blood to ooze from every pore onto the rod. This was intended to make the weapon grow, but its change was not visible on the portion out of the ground.
@ImportantNobodyI'll stand by to accept you on that offer!
@ImportantNobodyWhat was that?! You want a bout of fisticuffs?! I'll wrek u mate!! Lol Sounds good! I'm hoping it will be good. And that i can finish it lol
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