[center][h2]Klein[/h2][/center]
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[hider= Attributes]
HP – 55/100
MP – 0
SP – 130
STR – 15
AGI – 10
END – 11
DEX – 11
LUC – 10 [/hider]
[hider= User Experience] 
Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel [/hider]
[hider= Inventory]
[b]Fund:[/b] 20 
[b] Items:[/b] Pouch(normal)[/hider][/hider]

And when the kappa opened its maw, revealing its sharp teeth littering inside its beak, everything freeze. 

[hider= Klein's narrating himself][quote]In every gameplay, there will always be the outplay. The 1v2. The 1v3. The corner shooting. The moving headshot. The smoke. Abilities management. The decision making that creates the macro and the player's abilities creating the micro. There are so many things that contributed to a great outplay. 

But most importantly, to create an outplay, the player's knowledge of his or her characters, abilities, and predictions must be better than the opponents. 

With that in mind, then why is it that outplay are hardly ever happen? Because people don't really gamble. They go in when they already have a lead advantage like number advantage, abilities advantage, bullets advantage,... And only when the advantages are so huge between two sides that the players begin to engage. But at that point, it wouldn't be an outplay, would it? 

Let's look at the situation at hand, but not in the current situation, not yet. Back in the beginning, we had an advantage. A number advantage, which is huge. But, the kappas still attack us with only two of them. They take their gamble. They gamble that they could take a group of 7 players and survive victoriously. This means that in the context of 1v1 or 2v1, none of the team members would make it out alive. 

Now what are you seeing currently seeing are two dudes beating down a group of 7. 

And what is your prediction? 

Klein is probably going to die. 

Are you sure about that? 

100% and OMG![/quote][/hider]

Without much saying, as if he was waiting for this moment, Klein shoved his whole right arm into the kappa's mouth, an opening that he believed to be the kappa's doom. A thousand red lines glaze across his skin. And instantly after that, the thick scarlet liquid begins to ooze from the opening, filling the kappa what it sought after. But Klein doesn't stop there. 

He doesn't attempt to break free from its grip. 

He embraces it. 

So he goes deeper, to no man's land. His hand goes through the tongue, letting it wraps against the Chuck Norris' muscles. And it was barely a fraction of a second before the hand made a breakthrough the kappa's pharynx and enter its esophagus. And then, he starts wreaking havoc. 

Now, I would like for you to imagine. Imagine a man who could extend his jaw so large that he is able to eat another grown man's fist. And then, he is just choking on this person's fist as this stranger keeps ramming his fist toward his esophagus. Like he is in pain for having his organ being damage, his pharynx trying its best to regurgitate this massively large unidentified object from the digestive tract, and his jaws trying to close itself so he could somehow swallow it. But this stranger keeps beating him down and the pharynx is the pathway needed for both breathing and swallowing. So here we are, witnessing a dude choking on another dude's arm. 

And this is what Klein's doing to the kappa, inserting more and more of his arm's length inside the kappa. Pounding it more and more from the inside. The link that forms between them, the kappa's hands gripped against Klein's throat grew stronger and stronger as well. 

It is the only thing that stopped Klein's from inserting his whole arm in one go. It is the only tool available for the Kappa to kill Klein. 

So, enemies to the death lock their eyes onto each other. A 2.2 meters tall giant atop of a humanoid with turtle-back. The wind breeze blow between them, carrying the dandelions to somewhere far. The grass, soft and a little bit messy from the fight. Cattails moves and frogs ribbits. And the river flows to somewhere. But the pounding never stops, and so does the force being applied on one's throat. 

In some morbid sense, it is "Till death do us part."