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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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@Doc Doctor


Again he could almost laugh at how hard he'd been taken off guard, both thumbs cracking loudly as such an immense bulk was put down on them and stopping him dead in place. Then as swiftly as he'd been stopped in his spin he was upended with all of the grace and care of a chimp. His belly slapped full on into Gonad's unkempt and now very slimy beard, and his legs found themselves thrown over the shoulders of the berserker. For a split second the Jade Emperor raised his hand and gave a polite wave that only Shin could have noticed, as though he saw far more of the humor in this situation than even the increasingly amused Shin.

For a single moment his hair waved without the effects of gravity. Then like a ton of bricks he was descending and alarmingly fast. Gonad had slung both of his legs over his shoulders, dug his hands in so Shin could not pull himself backwards, and was going down. To Shin, time was as molasses. Processing his situation for a single quarter of a moment, he saw the best course of action. He would not break Gonad by attacking him under his own power from this position, not enough room to build up speed.

That was unfortunate, but opportunist that he is, Shin saw a readily available source of speed and weight. Before the ground rose to meet them, Shin put both of his hands down on the top of Gonad's head and bent his right leg inwards, pressing his heel against the back of his head, and planting his left leg firmly against the corner connection shape of the latissimus dorsi and trapezius. Using his entire arsenal of limbs to apply force to the monstrously thick neck, he pulled and pulled to drive Gonad's head between his legs and lever himself upwards. Even if he could not push Gonad's head down, he would still raise himself up above his head and force Gonad to land on his elbows. In the optimal situation he would drive his head down with his limbs and force Gonad face first into the ground, using both the force of his own strength and the fall to absolutely smash his face.
Two bodies lay twelve paces distant in a rundown tenement so very distant from the manufactured paradise of Cedar Fort. One was dead, the other was desperately gripping a piece of paper with the deadman's name on it, terror coursing through every vein of his body and pouring sweat down his face. On the arrival of the note he had been forced to kill the one who he had been leeching off of for so very long. Whose power he was the sole inheritor of, considering the absence of the original owner.

He had panicked, he acted too quickly, he had thought they found him after all of this time under an assumed identity. Instead, they were looking for him. Benny pointed towards the corpse lying across from him and threw the balled up paper in his face. "It was you, you son of a bitch!" Terror snagged his throat and he choked, putting his hand to his face.

Looking at the fingers he'd stolen, he knew there was no going back if he lost this identity. The realization was hitting him in waves, like a rock upon the shore, bits of him were falling away every moment. This situation was doom, extinction, death. His death had finally come knocking on his door to deliver a message meant for another man.

Curling up into a fetal position he dragged his fingertips across his face, breathing sharply and painfully as he choked more and more. The walls began closing in and his vision began to fade into a black tunnel with only a corpse that shared his face on the other end, sweat and tears dripped from his chin onto his knees. It was all far too much for Benny, and his eyes rolled into his skull and he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

In his panic he lost track of time, when he woke he found himself in the middle of the night. The room stank of the early onset of decay among other things, Benny pressed himself against the wall and took a long sharp breath. It was several minutes before he even considered thinking, and the first looping thought was to first resolve this corpse situation.

There was a long pensive stare between Benny and the corpse. "Moving it out in pieces wouldn't be hard."

Nine hours later, he had successfully moved the man's corpse and buried it. It was long and tiresome, he had to conceal himself all the way into the early morning and passed out when he made it back to his room. Another six hours passed in his sleep and he woke to the bitter isolation of this murder room that had been a prison for an unfortunate man. A punishment that Benny had enforced for far longer than the man had deserved. He was a monster, and the silence really drove that mental image in.

It threw him into a panic attack again, and he ran to the bathroom and threw up stomach acid. Cracks in his lips and gnaw marks on his cheeks and tongue burned, his teeth felt like sandpaper, the roof of his mouth was dry and painful. Again, and again, and again.

He stood up, flushed the toilet, and moved over to the sink to wash his face off. Looking in the reflection, a face that was both his face and not his face stared back at him, haggered and bloodshot. Wild eyes glared back into his, he wondered how much of this face was hallucination and how much was truth.

But then.

In a moment of clarity, he looked at the face of the dead man. He looked at the face that he owned now. This man's life was his life now, and there was a thread that needed to be cut. Otherwise people might come back looking for him again. A new identity, a new set of powers, a new face, and destroying every red thread of fate that still lead anyone to him.

Benny scrambled into the living room and picked up the piece of paper, an ugly grin tearing across his face.

Despite everything that had transpired in the past 24 hours, Benny had been presented with a unique opportunity to better himself. An opportunity to find a new identity, with a much better power than the one he'd been scraping by with in this wastrel filled dump.

He had no idea who Hex was, but Benny laughed and spoke, "Thanks Hex, you've been a real pal."
Name: Benedict Longinus (Benny)

Alias:



Age: 43

Powers:




Weaknesses:




Appearance:




Equipment:
His outfit: It is actually a cleverly pieced together outfit designed to be easy to remove and interchange parts. Layers of plain colored scarves, gloves, pants and shirts, with specially designed breakaway shoes. Everything about his outfit is specially designed for escaping, rather than protection or style.
Hidden Knife: Concealed on his hip. 5 inch blade, tempered steel.
Brass Knuckles: Concealed under his layers of gloves.

Origin:



Personality:



Misc Facts: Benedict is always left handed, this remains between every transformation. The parody image of his foes is always slightly taller or shorter than the individual he is transforming into. Has a habit of speaking in malaphors. He is also a social genius, he plans every moment of every interaction.

Relationship with Hex:



@Xavier Bloodbayne
It was all so very small to him.

A mountainous wash of energy blew across the battlefield, saturating miles in its density and blinding thickness. As if Xavier had soaked the battlefield in so much pea soup, creating an unmatched field of protection around himself. It was colossal, impressive, and so very small. Drom raised his right hand and brushed it through the thick air, its density marring his movements to an unnoticeably minuscule degree. Trails of energetic gas flowed over his blocky fingertips in jittering trails that collapsed back into themselves as his hand moved away from its wake.

The battlefield was a few miles wide, there were tens of thousands of brutalized corpses. A static charge ran through his body as he closed his eyes, the nerve endings across his body were still tingly from the discharge he himself had used to power the gateway here. Like fire across steel wool it trickled over his skin and clothes, every hair on his body stood on end and bristled together as the electricity moved through and away from him down into the ground and through the rest of the cloud.

After the charge ran through him he began to consolidate all of the dissociated information he had taken in a moment before. Supercomputer like synapses discharged and created a total simulacrum of the battlefield in his mind. Every single detail down to the way the bodies under Xavier stood on bowed under his feet, what material the bodies were made of, and the weight of Xavier pressing into it. Nothing was unnoticed, this star was main sequence and only gave off average radiation, but the burning had thrown up enough smoke to reduce the volume of radiation by a minute quantity.

Drom's body shivered as he repainted the faces of every corpse in his mind, this metal man was violent.

He stopped painting the picture in his brain once he cleared the edge of the fog, he had to stop himself before he began to understand the scope of his own existence again. There was no way that Xavier would leave his own field of effect, that was the defining feature of his existence. Why else would he put so much effort into making such a dramatic effect?

Clenching his jaw he began to draw lines of movement of both himself and Xavier, where either of them could move next. He tuned his ears to the surroundings, listening to every crackling fire and whispering blow of wind through the hairs of the mountain of corpses. Every single thing updated in his mind, one microsecond behind the reality that was happening around him. He muttered two words to himself, very solemn in tone. "Durgrov," Inhaling before speaking again as the first set of rings formed. "Reahteah." He exhaled a very long breath as the second set of rings formed. One teal, one goldenrod.

Once this artificial reality had been built in his mind, and the words spoken, Drom opened his eyes. They were glassy and inattentive to his surroundings, closing them was no longer worth the effort. Soon after he threw his head back and parted his lips, letting loose a shout that would echo across the entire battlefield. "Drom Fortin Inar faces you. It is only polite for a Challenger to give his name to the Champion."

There he would wait for a response, totally relaxed in the face of an overwhelming show of force. Knowing totally that his opponent to be was wildly unaware of the show of force he had given in response.
Name: Benedict Longinus (Benny)

Alias:



Age: 43

Powers:




Weaknesses:




Appearance:




Equipment:
His outfit: It is actually a cleverly pieced together outfit designed to be easy to remove and interchange parts. Layers of plain colored scarves, gloves, pants and shirts, with specially designed breakaway shoes. Everything about his outfit is specially designed for escaping, rather than protection or style.
Hidden Knife: Concealed on his hip. 5 inch blade, tempered steel.
Brass Knuckles: Concealed under his layers of gloves.

Origin:



Personality:



Misc Facts: Benedict is always left handed, this remains between every transformation. The parody image of his foes is always slightly taller or shorter than the individual he is transforming into.

Relationship with Hex:



@Doc Doctor
It had been an age since someone had taken opportunity of his missing eye, it had never once happened in such a way. In that moment he understood how a bowling ball felt on a level that he never could have imagined. Thumb in socket and head jerked forward like the plunger of a pinball machine, he would have laughed at the humor of it if he weren't about to be on the receiving end of the machinations of the barbarous Gonad.

His eye rolled in its socket to lock onto the movement in the corner of his peripheral vision. A kick aimed to spin him upside down, a solid response. With the experience of bloody conflict, Gonad proved capable on his feet with retaliating to unexpected offense. They truly had brought him as a match to the giant, even with the disparity of weight and size he was up against a swift and powerful body.

Single moments mattered, before the blow connected with his shins he extended his toes and raised the balls of his feet to put the axis of force at a further point from his body. By forcing the force further away from his center of gravity he made the spin far more powerful, allowing himself to take the full force of the blow. As Gonad had predicted, his kick sent the muscular form of Shin spinning place.

But.

At the middle of the spin he tucked his arms into his chest and then straightened them to the ground. He stopped the vertical momentum by turning it into horizontal momentum, then caught himself on one hand, quickly shifting in place he moved his hands in a circle to keep the momentum going and even raising it to turn himself into a whirling dervish. The full length of his legs extended outwards with his hip turned slightly so that both knees were pointing in the same direction as they spun.

Once he'd thrown himself into a frenzied spin his unhinged eye watched Gonad begin to vomit and shoved outwards with his left hand. Throwing his entire spinning form like a top that's just hit a bump. He took the equivalent of two steps forward in distance to deliver a followup of his own kick. An absolutely diabolical spinning kick, using the sum total force that Gonad had delivered into him along with his own muscular fortitude to ramp the blow up.

He aimed to deliver it right into the side of Gonad's trunk, where his arm would likely be resting against his flank. With this much force it would be a staggering blow.
@apathy
Cataclysmic churning of water saturated the air with mist and debris, thrown from the water's surface as the pillar collided and parts of cave and pillar both were flung about. The sound of roaring waves flooded the cavern and sunlight beamed through in golden strings through asymetrical cracks on the roof's surface. Reflecting across the silvery surface of the water they painted the water gold and the ceiling silver with glistering and rapidly twisting strings of color.

Behind the pillar as it descended fully into the increasingly murky depths, Shin stood fully erect with his toes on the one foot still in ownership of them, clutched into the stone surface like talons. As the entirety of its length went down, the water began to shrink. Its waves crashing lower and lower as they began a deadly spiral inwards toward the pillar itself, and for a single moment Shin thought that he had misunderstood the woman. For a single second he thought she used magic to suck the water, but closer observation noticed the opening that had been blown through the floor.

A deluge of cascading water and stone plunged into a much deeper underchamber, Shin waited till the water had flowed fully downward and the woman called out to him to descend as well. She spoke of tombs and demons, she was still under the impression that he was anything other than a decayed man. Perhaps she was right, immortality had changed the definition of his humanity. A withered corpse with no eyes, dried skin, dehydrated flesh, and missing teeth was barely a human.

He smiled his toothless grin before sliding down the pillar into the hole, raising his arms and drifting down unnaturally slow. Using his wirefighter's illusion to slowly reach the bottom, where his left foot touched down on the water and held him aloft on the surface tension. He bounced on the surface and leaped forward several dozen feet, using the water's compression to launch himself like a springboard. As he dashed across the water's surface, closing the distance between himself and the young woman he noticed the iconography of the cavern. It was familiar, but only in a distant way. Something he must have learned when he was younger, but long since the memory had been necessary to his survival.

That too was an inhuman thought, exclusively keeping information for the sake of survival. Perhaps that was why he was yet alive, and not a corpse. To reclaim his mortality he must reclaim his humanity?

She spoke of tombs earlier. Perhaps this could be where he was meant to be buried, and his contemplative nature through this entire interaction could be him slowly reclaiming that which he has lost.

He reached the water's edge and stepped onto the cold stone surface, the sound of wet skin slapping against stone echoed. "Yes, girl. This is an appropriate place." He slipped his left foot forward and leaned back on the heel of his right foot. Raising his left hand up and extending his fingertips towards her and drawing his right arm back, raising it over his head with the blunt metal rod still clenched tightly in his grip. He beckoned her by curling his fingers, inciting her to the first move.
@Doc Doctor
The moment of contemplative pause had left Shin wondering, if Gonad was trying to comprehend or if he was simply stunned. A pressure against his forehead almost stalled his movement forward, it was the hand of Gonad and it weighed as much as it looked. It was Shin's weight what made the single handed press useless, he had clearly caught him off guard and when he drove his body forward another step his knuckles almost pressed against the chest and stomach of the gigantic fighter. Roughly an inch away from direct skin to skin contact as it were, so he extended his fingers so that the first knuckle of each one touched Gonad.

Like a wave beginning at his extended hands, his body reeled back for a single moment, each muscle rippling backwards and bulging his shoulderblades out for a single second. His calves tensed and the small bones in his feet popped with the force of the motion. A tsunami in the shape of a human body, all of the force recoiled from his feet and back. Every single pound of weight in his body was suddenly accelerated to the highest speed achievable, throwing his forearms forward and bending his knuckles to flatten his fists against Gonad.

He slammed his fists into the berserker, performing an enhanced version of the one inch punch fused a c-shaped punch. Delivering the force across the entire surface of the gigantic body with both hands. Shin was prepared to show Gonad the full force of his cultivated form, he would not bring death to someone who did not yet understand the gravity of the situation he was in.
@Doc Doctor
There was a primeval wisdom to the words of Gonad, but as Shin was preparing to compartmentalize the contemplation of them their true purpose became clear in an arc of gold. Like any smart man, using the sum total of his body's ability was nothing to be shunned.

Shin's hands clenched into cups rather than fists and he began a rapid back and forth slap towards the stream. Raindrops and urine aline were blasted out of the way of his hands with each repeating strike until the stream was depleted. Not a single drop touched his body, and his hands came out of it dryer than they had began.

He stepped in with a slight hop, positioning his left foot close to the inbetween of Gonad's own feet, following from the repeated slaps he brought his hands back and clenched to fists. The force drove from his right heel as he leaned in and extended both of his arms forward in a spiral that would put one hand in the center of Gonad's chest and the other right on his belly button. Not the most powerful blow, but one that would send someone of Gonad's weight staggering backwards.

Though silly, Gonad would not see Shin making the mistake of underestimating his ability.
@Doc Doctor
As Gonad stripped himself to his bare flesh over the course of a few seconds, his name rang in Shin's head, surprising him in its familiarity. Something that the white eyed scientist had told him in passing tingled near the back of his head. 'It was nothing.' He told himself and began to disrobe, matching kind with kind was the very nature of this battle, the silk garments fell away with the slightest pull of a string at the waistband. They drifted in the wind and as the rain saturated them they flowed across the surface and were gradually pulled to the edge of the courtyard.

The two were bared, pure refined humanity exposed itself to another expression of itself, exposed as they were upon conception. Shin was awed at the muscular perfection that stood before him, a naturally build thing of flesh and bone. Forged by its genetics, it was beaten from the raw material of life. Two feet greater than himself, a titan of a warrior with biceps as big as his thighs, the mismatch of bulk was self evident. If it were any other man, any other superhuman even, he would be humbled by the disparity.

This, however, was Shin. A body forged like steel, hammered and tempered through diligent and consistent hard work. Every body part handcrafted by his own will, evolution's control taken away and given to his own hand. Every aspect of his own form, built the way he designed it. The match of genetics and dedication, form and function, made totally manifest in these two men.

Shin took to walking in a circle to the right. Predatory thoughts began to fill his mind, the instinct of the hunter began to flood through him. "Gonad the Yaksplitter, I am Shin Zhou. I have no titles anymore, I cast away the title of the Fiend of Battle. I am blood and flesh and bone, like you." Through his sideways motions he gradually shifted his body into a lower stance, bent slightly at the knees with his left foot leading.

The subtle shift would surely be picked up by all in the room, including Gonad. His arms tensed and his hands raised, elbows back to shoulder height and fingers pointing outwards like claws. The level of his hand and lower ribcage were even, and his fingertips parallel to his nipples. Pulling his head back to tuck his chin into his collarbone and raising his shoulders to his ears. He touched his tongue to his teeth and lined his jaw up with itself to make one solid bulwark of teeth in his mouth. Finally he narrowed his eye to a razor thin slit, the almost luminescent green eye peered through the eyelash-less eyelids and measured Gonad up and down from crown to toetip.

He would analyze every single second of his posturing and stancing, because every moment of it would matter. Shin was ready to die, and to make Gonad die.
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