[center][h2][color=#696969]The Overlord - Yellow Flag[/color][/h2][/center]

The Overlord's squinted eyes soon turned into a menacing glare, this Fawful had dug his own grave referencing that he was the ruler of another land that he knew nothing about. Although, the Land of Mushrooms and Koopa sounded like some kind of gnome homeland... He thought he exterminated the pitiful race after killing over one-thousand of them, seemed like he missed their homeland. The Overlord's hand started to spark once again, it was the signal that he was about to fire his spells, they all had a delay within them. As the lightning grew into a glowing ball, it was just about to be discharged at the Lord Fawful to be exterminated, though the patrons of the bar seemed to finally try to be the hero.

Strange contraptions were raised against the metal man, yet another object that the Overlord knew nothing about... This was getting annoying. His golden eyes scanned the entire room, most had the set to kill him, and one hand started to burn in a magnificent fire, it would merely take seconds to engulf the tavern in fiery pillars of death. However, everyone seemed to stiffen up, did they recognize his ultimate power? No, this fear was different. The Overlord followed the gazes of the frozen men, and it all lead to one person standing confidently in the middle of the room. He glared at the strange woman, he was the only person to control the weak-minded, and it seemed by the attitude of the entire room, she had their balls in her hand, ready to be crushed if they disobeyed. The Overlord knew the feeling of dominance over the weak, it feels good, doesn't it?

The stranger seemed to speak, her ignorance that she seemed to exude strengthened as she questioned his presence, the Overlord does as he pleases with nothing standing in his way. He almost made some sort of sound as she referenced this place as hell, Gnarl had told him about the stories of hell, the stories that his father had conquered the entire land after killing the god that resided in the bowls of the earth. This place, obviously wasn't hell, but he would make it so by the end of this expedition. The Overlord soon extended his arm in the smoker's direction, his palm facing towards the sky. A small ball of flame soon appeared at the center of his palm, and he crushed his construct allowing smoke to escape through the small slits of his armoured fingers. Just in case, his other hand was preparing one of his shield spells, using this much magic was a bad idea, but the Overlord had a image to uphold.

[center][h2][color=a0410d]Krieg - Outside Mahora[/color][/h2][/center]   

"That was too close, even by your standards, I hope you realize that the others may retaliate against your rash shots and I will allow them to beat us up."

"No pain, no gain!"

"Of course, hope you like getting punched in the face," Just as the voice ended his sentence, Krieg found himself falling to the ground with his mask slamming into the pavement, "Told you."  

Krieg's eyes looked up, he tried to find the person holding him down and causing his pain muscles to be acting up once again. He could only see the face of the assailant, but the Psycho smiled crazily at the person under his mask. "Pitiful people prepare, plead plentifully plentiful platitude phenomenal patriot pounds, poundingly perverse puppets pulping, pleasantly, putrid pasties." It was evident that Krieg would never calm down, calming down was against his very being. The Pandorian continued to try to get out of the lock, it was just causing him more pain, but his nerves have learned to understand their master.

"Wish someone could hear me, that would be great," The voice continued to express his feelings living inside of this horrible body, "If you calm down, we can get out of this. Now, all you need to say, is like sorry or something, can you do that?"

"STOP JUDGING ME!!"

"Ugh, I deserve this." Krieg continued to struggle against the grasp of this stranger. It didn't seem like this would ever budge, but he heard them say something about food, and his head looked over to the sissy looking box things. The Psycho turned his head over to Ranma, and he happily said to his assailant.

"I LOVE to wait for my meals!"