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Every word this man said only drove her to make him shut up
any way she could.
Coming up to her and taunting, then acting high and mighty. Clearly, he must be some loser that was so desperate for a lady's attention, he must go to any length to achieve it. Well, he better hope he gets a cute nurse in the hospital.
"I don't think you get it," Brenda crossed her arms as the magma disappeared. "When someone challenges me, I step up to the challenge... I don't move for
anyone."
Even if he thought he was some master manipulator (when he was, in actuality, really stupid), she was going to make sure it backfires.
In a sudden movement, her right arm started glowing with a bright orange color as it was coated with red hot magma. She dashed forward with astonishing speed as she punched the ground right at this bastard's feet. A torrent of magma came flying upwards right at his face.
Ha! Looks like this bitch was nothing more than a slave to another person's words. Stepping up to the stupidass challenge? More like an obvious cover up for a wineshit temper tantrum! As soon as he saw this dipshit rush straight at him, his motherfucking hat was off and aimed behind him.
Of course, what he didn't fucking expect was to punch the fucking ground with her fists, causing him to recoil just a bit... before realizing in mere seconds that magma was going for his god damn face.
Swiftly changing up his fucking calibrations, he leaned his head a little back as shitty missiles shot out from the back of his top hat, before exploding behind him. This in turn, briskly shot him past the stupid bimbo, whilst narrowly avoiding a fiery fate.
Brenda whipped around herself, and narrowed her eyes at the bastard. He had missiles... Brenda didn't expect that. What she expected was this dipshit to have some brand of ki. Nomads were weird.
As he rolled onto the floor, he fucking regained his composure as The One maneuvered himself into a position that put him back on his feet. Twirling around, he smirked as he gripped his stick.
"Heh, you're as slow as your fucking wit!"And while he wasted time flapping his gums (which was his fatal flaw in this situation), Brenda had already rolled over to him. Being merely face to face with this bastard before he could even spit out the last word. Her fists were coated in stone, as she threw a haymaker at his chest.
Shit! Too fucking long! Those shitty safety protocols had to be engaged now! Two options to fucking choose from! Fucking great! Can't use his damn missiles now! Either hurt and possibly get kicked out or get hurt and be at a disadvantage during his goddamn arena fight! Fuuuuuck!
Swinging his stick at her rocky fist to counteract the bimbo, his stick knocking her fist out of the way, and nearly throwing her off balance. The One found himself on the receiving end of getting his ass spun around and knocked back! Thank fuck he still had a tight grip on his hat and shot close to himself, nearly making contact with some other contestants who managed to get the fuck out of the way...
And unlike the prior time, he didn't gracefully make the landing since he was spinning like a goddamn ballerina in midair. Landing directly on his back, he could only bare his teeth as he tried to scramble back up.
Thankfully for Brenda, she recovered before The One did. This was Brenda's specialty, getting up and personal, and staying there. She hopped up in the air, and lunged in towards The One with her fist extended. As she fell, her body was coated in fire, and she had the intensity of a meteor falling.
Ok, not going to get up for fucking now, nope, fuck nope! Dropping his arm to be at ground level, The One began preparing his fucking exit strategy as he quickly rolled to the side all while aiming his top hat in front of him. In an instant, more god damn missiles shot out that caused him to slide backwards through the crowd and between the legs of some unaware fighters.
"Later biiiiiitch!"Once he was some distance away, he immediately rolled backwards and hopped back onto his godhell feet. Looking behind him, he found the perfect fucking scenario; HELL YES! For a second he saw an unaware fighter speaking with some fans - now way all of them would have a single fucking idea what hit them...
... and neither would that stupid bimbo as he looked back to see her dashing like some fucking horse at him. Leering at her, he just aimed his hat at her... steady...
"You were talking a lot of shit for someone who runs like a little bitch!"
Brenda hit the ground, as she took frightening steps towards The One. With every step, her fist started glowing hot like magma. She eventually realized that she would have to change her strategy a bit. Her fist cooled as she punched the ground hard as she could, and made a rock erupt from the ground.
Hopping up to a standing position, her other arm punched the stone hard as she could, and sent it flying.
Yes! He fucking did it! I mean, he was The One, how could he fucking not? Looks like this bimbo was getting her ass kicked straight out of the tournament. Even if it was a fucking projectile, it would work! Hell Yeeeees!
Cracking an even bigger smile than before, The One just simply just fucking... rolled to the side and back onto his feet, out of the stupid hells way... if only the same thing could be said for the poor fucktard who knew
NOTHING of what would happen to him in a few seconds.
"Hold, stonethrower!"Brenda's projectile was suddenly cut short as a pillar of ice suddenly burst from the ground, deflecting the stone from its mark and hitting the nearby wall, leaving a considerable dent in the wooden siding where it impacted. The 'stonethrowing' Brenda looked around irritably for the intruder, quickly spotting one of the largest people she had ever seen before sitting on a nearby raised wall, looking incredibly bemused by the situation. With her white hair and skin, the furs and leathers she was wearing, and the fact that there appeared to be ice forming on the wall where she was seated, Brenda was surprised she hadn't noticed the woman sooner.
Brenda came to a sliding stop, and looked at the woman. "Stay out of this!" She hissed to the woman, as her fists were coated in stone. "This ain't got nothing to do with you."
What.
Where did this hugeass broad come from?! Ugh, he could of gotten her ass kicked out of the tournament if not for this fucking bitch! Regardless, The One knew he could probably handle the bimbo if he had a reason to try and harm her, but possibly two?
Ha, ha!... no.
Nuh uh, nooooo. Tits McGee One and Tits McGee number fucking Two could go fuck a horse sized cactus for all he cared, considering One (aka the Bimbo Bitch with the Bolted On Tits) would probably try and turn Two (aka, the Size Queen Icicle Dildo Fucker) against him... or some shit like that.
Regardless, he assess the godfucking situation, which called for a strategic retreat!
Merging into the crowd, the dapper man disappeared from sight... not like they would fucking care, thank god.
"Of course not," the woman said with a chuckle and got to her feet, spreading ice along the ground under her soles and coming up to her full impressive height.
"You just seem like a fine opponent. I would hate to see you thrown out of the competition for besting that one too early."Brenda groaned, as she put her hands on her hips. She noticed the cold, and counteracted it with her own heat. Maybe she was right... and if she played her cards right, she could beat The One's shit in the tournament. So, she'd have to be patient.
"... Fine." Brenda said. "But, this isn't over."
"Skraeling..." the woman uttered after the retreating figure under her breath before turning her attention back to Brenda and holding out a hand.
"I don't believe I've introduced myself. I am Klara, daughter of Grimolf.""Brenda..." Brenda shrugged as she tried to come up with a title for herself. "... Cleaver of stone." She grabbed onto Klara's hand.
"It suits you!" Klara said with a laugh.
"I take it someone of your talent is here for the tournament as well?""Yes... I need to win it for the money." Brenda somberly answered, she noticed her grip was strong, but she returned the favor. "You? Don't tell me you're one of those loons that wants to make her style the greatest, or something..."
"Oh no, I'm not much of a teacher. My interest is in seeking out worthy opponents to clash with and prove my honor, as the saying goes. Although..." Klara pondered, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
"I do suppose the prize money would be helpful.""Well I need it for my journey." Brenda said, looking the woman in the eye. "I don't know how far I'm going to make it up the ladder - being my first tournament - but I hope I earn
something out of this."
"Of that I have little doubt!" Klara said encouragingly, clapping Brenda on the back.
"Fight well, and perhaps we will toast to one another's success when the victor is decided!"The way this woman acted perplexed Brenda a bit... but, she was going to go with it. "... Y-yeah." She awkwardly chuckled. "To the victor."
"To the victor!" Klara chorused enthusiasticly, turning to leave.
"Safe travels, Cleaver of Stone!" And with a stride in her step she was off, pausing only to clench her fist at the pillar of ice, which collapsed in on itself at the gesture.
