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The Worth of a Man

General Freedom, huh? A rank and a concept. Making this impersonal through his name to distance himself from his actions. Some men just aren't cut out for the task of kicking ass, taking names, and burying the dead of those they hurt. Kanitah has had his fair share of terrible experiences, but he would never distance himself from his work.

After he slipped the rings down to his hands, Freedom shook the ground with his foot. Disrupting it with just one stomp, turning what was previously a small sandtrap into a huge mess across a large area. Seems his body caries a lot more potential energy than he had previously thought.

The shockwave was great and all that, but Kanitah was not as prepared as he thought he would be. The ground shifted just enough to ruin his balance and send him to the ground, his dense ass flattening the soil beneath it. From this position he looked up at Freedom across the way and chuckled. "Now I feel silly, might have had one bottle too many." The seated position was a bit fortunate, gave him a better reach to his feet.

He pulled his knees closer to his body, reaching towards them and grabbing the rings around both of them. Pushing them downwards to his feet. ". "That word, Villain. It has a very rough translation in my language. Comes out somewhere between Evil One and Foul One. Don't get it twisted, Freedom. I'm not evil, I'm just a bit drunk and ornery as all get out. I'm the one who's got suspicion on you for being a Villain. What with the whole supersonic flight thing."

After sliding the rings down to his feet, Kanitah rose up to his full height. Dusting himself off a bit. "I'm gonna say a couple things. First of all, I've already told you what my rings do. They make me stronger, faster, and make me hit harder. I'm just moving them so I can use them more properly." The Pundambayan took a few steps towards General Freedom. "Second. I want to know what powers you have because I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm the one with suspicion on you."

"Third. What I'm doing with these rings is preparing myself. I've already told you what the rings do, so I'm moving them to better prepare myself. That's what I'm doing." The Pundambayan pointed down at the rings that were now on his feet. "I've got to move them around to make sure that I move as fast, and hit as hard as possible. Magic is funny like that."

The rings around his body shimmered with a soft brilliance, nothing like the volatile energies that threw themself off of Freedom's body. They were gentle, like the radiance of a firefly. "Finally. If you let me finish my preparations, of which I only have a few more. I'll teach you why they call me the Hero of Pundambaya. After I teach you that, we'll go out for a drink at the nearest pub."

The stout little warrior folded his arms, cocking his right eyebrow just slightly. "Does that sound good? Or should I expect you to attack before I'm ready, turning this into an overdrawn fight where I've got to use actual strategy to beat you?"

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Rewriting commences.

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This is true. Also I totally asked a question that me rewriting my post or not hinges on.

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He ain't short enough to be a dwarf, he's just below average human height.

:U

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I like how I was entirely unaware of this thread, despite it being connected to the Arena I started.

Someone coulda told me that this thread exists.

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I like how the Arena works sometimes.

One day, the threads are more active than a beehive. Other days it moves as slow as the honey in said beehive.

The Worth of a Man

Just to clarify, was the shockwave to stop Kanitah from his action, or was it a show of force?

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Though Freedom had gone off to do his thing with the golf cart, Kanitah had not actually ceased his posturing and boasting. It was only when Freedom returned to ask him to continue his rant that Kanitah noticed his absence. The Pundambayan would have honestly been a little offended about him ignoring him, however, what bugged him the most was what he had managed to neglect. "Monologue? Do you think I was just monologuing? No! You invalid, that was a dialogue! You were supposed to reply to that, why do you think I was answering your questions and asking you a question myself? A monologue does not expect a response, a dialogue is between two people. I'm not one of those idiots who monologues, I was expecting an answer!"

"Some people don't understand posturing, it's what you're supposed to do during an interaction. Come on, keep up. I figured a guy with incredible abilities would understand this, are you like that previous lightbulb? The one who gave me these?" Kanitah pointed to his chest with both hands, spinning his wrists to indicate all the scars across his body. "Cause if you are this isn't gonna be fun."

He paused for a moment, placing his hand on his beard. Digging one finger in and scratching at his chin. "Now, could you tell me your name? Because I really don't like punching the teeth of a nameless man down his throat. Oh, and you can detail your powers now or later, I already know you can fly. What else can you do? Or is that all you've got?" Lowering his hand from his chin, he grabbed the four rings that normally adorn his right and left shoulder, with a slow movement he dragged them down to his fists. Hoping, honestly, that Freedom didn't care about him moving them.

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Well, Skallagrim is looking for one, and we still have four threads being unused.

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I did say he was a bit over the top.