[b]"Gya ha ha ha ha!"[/b]

Arms Slave continued to attack, until he could feel his body get sluggish. He was... Slowing down? Must have been the witch doctor. Sure enough he felt one of his axe arms just stop moving. Still alive, but still. Must have been some sort of stunning spell. Soon the rest of his body would follow and Arms Slave would have precious little time to mount a proper defense. His own attacks were hardly breaking through Azga's Barrier, and the cooldown for his Chain Catch wouldn't finish just yet. The best he could do was get his shield up and use them to keep him standing up, but soon his entire body went limp. [b]"Shite."[/b]

That's when Midnight Soloist decided to step in and try to finish him off. A quick read on her allowed him to know she was only level 2, but those massive arms were quite discontenting. As he was pushed forward, he figured he might as well taunt the two of them. [b]"Gya ha ha ha... Azga the Amazing... Do you call yourself that name because you're not? Do you think you're so pathetic that you need such a thing? Titles, names, honors... We never got to choose our names you know. Names are picked from our psyche, symbolic to who we are. They're appropriate, or even ironic. Philosophical questions all around. Where do you fall under, Azga? Who's the real you? This one right here, right now, in Deep Ground? Or the sad sack in her room, escaping her reality for our fantasy?"[/b]

Arms Slave was pushed down onto his stomach by Midnight Soloist, who took hold of his arms looked ready to pound into his back. This was going to hurt. [b]"Midnight Soloist. What's truly unique about you is those arms of yours... Big fancy arms, but let me guess: No weapons. So many hands yet they'll never grasp anything. All those opportunities, those [i]possibilities[/i], and you never could reach for them. No grace, no style, just force in the greatest concentration you can muster. They are wonderful! And yet... Just how many people have you left behind? It's in your nature to abandon others, isn't it? You bring with you greatness, but you never put it to good use. When others would need you most you won't be there. You'd be gone, uninterested, with no loyalty. Your bonds with others erode like the sands of time. In the end you're always alone."[/b] 

A sickening crunch came from Arms Slave's body as Midnight Soloist broke one of his arms, almost ripping it out of socket. His armor and bits of his flesh were the only thing keeping it attached to his body, but without a healer he doubts he could use the arm for anything more then flailing. This also transferred as losing 30% of his health in one blow. Fortunately for him he was close to max health (89%) at the beginning of the fight, but this still wasn't a pretty situation. Two more would bring him to death, maybe even more if she just crushes him with all her arms. But while his body was paralyzed, he wasn't completely helpless. Thanks to Midnight Soloist, he was able to get his arm up. [b]"Hold up, going afk."[/b]

Once the Chain Shot cool down was over, one of the chains instantly shot out and hit the ceiling. This chain pulled him, and Midnight Soloist, upwards. But that wasn't the only thing. With very careful aiming Arms Slave's arms were pointed towards Azga, and he used another Catch Catch to grab him and pull him towards Arms Slave's body. Even if Midnight Soloist could somehow smash his chains (Harder the one might think), at this height they'd all take some serious fall damage. Might even kill Arms Slave.

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