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[i]Arduous tumbled, concrete slamming against his jutting chin. The pain felt like salvation.[/i]


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Arduous' chin springs up from the impact giving off an audible [i]%[color=ffffb2] BOING [/color]%[/i] that rockets his head into the air. After some erratic limb flailing he finally stiffens into a feet first pencil dive bracing for impact. 

The solid pavement leaves his legs wobbling, but with a great lack of grace he manages to come to a stand.   His pointy cheeks swing about, as with a snap of the neck he searches the crowd for his phantom attacker. Realising he would never be able to pick out the anonymous assailant in the sea of people he barks at the whole crowd   “OH COME ON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” 

He looks back at the imposing figures in front of him, a bead of sweat trailing down his potato like forehead. His bagged eyes affix onto the carnage that has become of the arena. Metal tubes, blood and vinyl records litter the floor around him. 


The taller of the men turns slightly. Filling Arduous with a deep dread. The gargantuan man's impossibly black bowler hat casting a pitch shadow across his eyes. With a twist of the neck his eyes catch the light, causing an unnatural red flash to be cast from the abyss of the hats brim. The hulking bowler hatted man suddenly spurts forward. Gushing towards Arduous with all the intensity of a boiling geyser. His thick club hand wraps into a fist and strikes Arduous in the stomach with a damp [i][b]=[color=#B30000]THUD[/color]=[/b][/i].

Arduous keels from the blow, spittle spraying from his clenched teeth. “Ow, ow ow owowow” he wheezes. He flops onto his knees, lower ribs burning.

 Arduous exhales sharply to steady his breath, he is silent for a second. Allowing those around him to hear a slight squishing sound. Dark brown eyes look up at the muscle bound attacker. “That really hurt, thanks.” Arduous says a smile creeping onto his face. Like a praying mantis catching prey Arduous' own fist hurls at the shoulder of the beastly man, quicker than he could possibly react. 

The impact area is like a meteor crater the titans left arm and shoulder is blown off, in a mess of purple blood and sand beige skin. As his lower arm drops to the ground it liquefies into a gloop of flesh, and then moving on it's own volition, it begins writhing its way back up and sewing itself back into place, the crater starts knitting itself back together.  

La Passionné Poisson screams in horror, “B-b-but how did you know he could regrow limbs?!” she stutters to Arduous. 


“Oh, I didn't” Arduous replies nonchalantly.  


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