[h2]Dirk Messir - Snackbar Attackbar[/h2]
Dirk did his best bit of doing the stealth too, though. Who said Dirk said no can see the world in the state of observance? Who said it, eh? Was it you, Smith eating a snackbar through your snackface? Mask. Obviously, he ate it by putting the fabric in his mouth, and chewing the snackbar until it was small enough to go through the snackmask. Or there was a secret hole. Dirk had a secret hole, but he didn't show it to people. Nobody wanted to see that.

[i]Your hiding spot isn't a secret to anyone. They're just not interested in it.[/i]

Quiet, Derek. There's enemies. Not never afoot, either, just enemies around for Dirk to combat. Or hide from, the way the Divine Purpose said to do and let Smith fight for him, so he did. Why did he do that? The same person who killed Hannibal.

[i]Dirk You Have Excelled Yourself! I Am Proud Of You![/i]

'Yaaay,' Dirk whispered, looking at the dead or unconscious body as Smith said words about how they had to go fast, and also there was a man behind Dirk.

...
ohSHI

Dirk abruptly span around on one eggleg, somehow managing to whack the guy in the stomach with one foot I mean Tempest Kick him dramatically, sending him to the that ground without him saying the words. Or yell. Well, there was a yell, but it wasn't "AAAAH". More like "whoof" as air was kicked out of him. And next, the finishing bloe!

'Finger Pistol,' Dirk said thrusting his best arm hand finger straight right into the sternum of the man's body. And then it pained, and was the painiest. Ow. Why though. What the hell, did this man have a sternum made of sternum? But it did make him lose his breathing, lucky for Dirk, and he tried to breath and did not, and remained winded until Dirk just sort of grabbed his head and Tempest Knee-ed him in the knee forehead. And it was the best knockout that ever happened.

'I think I injured my finger,' Dirk says quietly, looking at his very sprained finger with the tilting head. My hand always gets the pain. I'm meant to be a master of Rock Six or whatever it's called. Six Power Styles. Of Rocks. He can't be that if he's just trying to break his finger on rocks and metal and stuff.

[i]You're a weak moron. Your fingers aren't designed to impale things with, and you'll never grow strong enough to use them that way. You should just throw yourself off the ramparts now.[/i]

'...we should throw the bodies off the ramparts now,' Dirk suggested, but it was obviously a joke but not obviously. It was probably a joke. Yeah, I'm probably joking, and probably making it obvious. But it would get rid of them well... maybe he was joking. He did kick his guy again though because Divine Purpose said. How dare he have a hard chest.