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

The voice watched the graceful display of their opponent, his mask seemed to shine in color as his lamppost began to move almost like the blades of a helicopter. Though, the voice winced as some still managed to get through the mighty defense, it seemed that he was able to block the flurry of buzz-axes, but still the hurricane of blades still managed to get past the rather strong defense. Krieg only smiled, metal digging into flesh was the best thing that could ever happen, it was what he was born in, and it was what he would die in. The Psycho still seemed to be hovering over the air, time was going to slow for this beast as his weapon was ready to dig into the sweet succulent flesh. The voice merely continued to watch, wondering if this fight was going to be fatal and when to stop. Though, both participants in the brain could both see in the corner of their eyes the counter to their own brash strategy. 

Metal upon metal, the buzz-axe seemed to vibrate against the spewing flames of the lamp, Krieg smiled more viciously while the voice sighed in relief. It was only time before Krieg would pay for his blatant attack, a glowing foot of justice seemed to soar through the air like a majestic rak corpse sailing into the blades of buzzard. It made complete contact as Jax's feet slammed into Krieg's face. "Ouch, this guy fights almost like Zer0 as well, wonder if they are cousins," The voice calmly thought was Krieg's jaw was dislocated most likely with a few fractures to boot.

Krieg flew from the hit, slamming onto the ground and rolling away only a few meters away. This kick would have downed many, but Krieg only became more entranced as the fighting would continue. "Feels so right!" Krieg laughed out, yet another buzz-axe appearing into his hands, the mighty meat hunks reducing the handle into splinters. He flailed his destroyed weapon into the air, the sharp part was still attached to the broken bits, so it was still fine! The Psycho chucked yet another weapon towards Jax's direction, though, something appeared in the trajectory of its path as it was stuck inside of a huge chuck of metal, and it wasn't even the robot that got hit! He growled in frustration, ready to pounce onto the head of this GUN Loader and rip out its eyes, though his body seemed to freeze in place. "You got your fight, be lucky that I allowed you to spill even the tiniest bit of blood. Now say sorry to the man, and say yes to the robot."

"That's wrong! SO WRONG!" Krieg screamed in anger, knocking at his head that the fight went undecided by the nosy Wreck-gar, though his words could be misinterpreted by the people who didn't trust the Psycho one bit.