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[.........PFFF LAUGHS BACK, setting his hands on his hips and raising his chin a little. It's sort of ridiculous since the Highblood's so tall, but if it were almost anyone else, he'd be looking down his nose at them. He is... utterly and absolutely confident (or at least looks that way), and dem wings are staying open now!]

You're mistaken...! [In fact, they start moving back and forth ever so slightly this time, so they still shine but he can also take flight quite quickly if he has to. B) What now, man. WHAT. NOW]

[He bristles at the laugh, even if everything is as expected. He had only just gotten to know the Summoner, and he already knows that there's no way he's actually going to listen to him. He will continue to defy him, to rebel against him.

Without a weapon to back him up, the highblood feels it's a bit foolish to rush into a fight. Then again, what's rational thought right now, right? In a flash, he's rushing at the Summoner, roaring, claws out, his eyes going blood red.]

Edited 2011-12-11 07:17 (UTC)

[Haha... AHAHAHAHA, and something goes bright and excited in his chest. He is a surprisingly terrible troll at times. Bloodshed and violence have never been his favorite things even when he got remarkably good at them. But there is something about that roar, that charge, that makes his blood sing and--]

[He turns on his heels, getting a running start before he gets a leg up, chair, table, jump, and his wings catch the air. He stays low, just zipping across the cafeteria. FOLLOW HIM BRO. BREAK THE TABLES. RUN AROUND THEM. WHATEVS, JUST... YOU KNOW... TIRE YOURSELF OUT A LITTLE FIRST]

[The roar only grows louder and more terrible as the Summoner takes to the air. He crashes on top of a table, and it protests loudly and dangerously, threatening to break under his weight. In his other hand is a chair, and he starts throwing motherfucking chairs at the flying troll just to see if he can land one. YOU KNOW... MAYBE SWAT YOU IN THE FACE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING FLY FIRST.]

[kjlskdjf he is laughing despite himself, at least until one of those fucking chairs catches the edge of his wing and breaks his rather delicate balance. It's... not the most graceful landing in the world! Mostly because his horns get in the way, but he manages to kind of... hand stand over himself and land on his feet nearly halfway across the room. He is glad, for once, that this tower can make rooms that are stupidly huge. Who needs a room this big just to eat in!!!]

[Anyway... he grabs a chair for himself as he passes it, using it to smack the other chairs away as they come... even if the Highblood throws WAY TOO HARD and each deflection ricochets up his arm and makes his bones ring. RUDE, BRO]

[There are only SO MANY CHAIRS that the highblood can throw, seeing as he has thrown all of the ones in the near vicinity. Clearly this calls for more drastic measures, and to grab the closest thing to him to fling, which would be

the table that he had just been standing on.

Yup, he grabs an entire table, hoisting it over his head with a growl and CATAPULTS THAT SHIT across the room!!!! Sure, it would've been more impressive if it had been the entire room, but even the highblood's not that strong. Being at the halfway mark makes it much more effective anyway, since it loses very little momentum. Without wasting a second, he reaches for a second table, clutching it closer to his stomach this time, preparing to fling it like a discus.]

[...ARE YOU ACTUALLY KIDDING HIM FOR FUCK'S SAKE. He's just kinda... nope nope nope-ing as he sees the Highblood go for the table, and ends up just barely getting the fuck out the way as the first one comes crashing down behind him, sliding a little and catching him from behind pretty darn awkwardly]

[BUT THAT'S OKAY, cause he needs to get a little height to get into the air again, so he scrambles on top of it and is flying towards the furthest corner of the ceiling as quickly as he absolutely possibly can]

[OH HAAALE NAH, you aren't getting any motherfucking rest from the subjugglator! Using both arms, he latches onto the table which is sorta clunky and awkward but whatever, it works, and spins almost gracefully(????!?!?!) to heave the table in the Summoner's direction.

OK......

Well. It doesn't exactly reach him or anything, seeing as he's flown all the way up towards the ceiling, but that doesn't stop the subjugglator from bounding across the room, using other tables as stepping stones. They crack and crumble beneath the sheer force of his heels and the lumbering troll leaves crumbling piles of wood and metal in his wake. Once he reaches the wall where the Summoner has flown up towards the ceiling against, he grabs the earlier discarded chairs and swings them upwards in hopes of hitting him again!]

[NO WAY MAN he's just catching that first chair and throwing it back at him as hard as he can]

[AND THEN... FLYING TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ROOM AGAIN]

[HA HA HA HA HE CAN KEEP THIS UP LONGER THEN YOU CAN]

[hopefully............... .__.]

[As the chair comes hurtling back towards him, he SMASHES IT ASIDE, and pauses to catch his breath. Damn. Motherfucker is a pesky fucking fly. WHY IS THIS ROOM SO RIDICULOUSLY HUGE?

He glares daggers at the lowblood and quickly makes his way to the middle of the room, standing admist the rubble of smashed tables and chairs. Picking up litle pieces of rubble, he literally shoots it across the room at the Summoner, like a bullet. He uses that stupid symbol on his shirt as a target.]

How you long you gonna keep motherfucking RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY, SHITBLOOD? HUH?

Edited 2011-12-11 09:14 (UTC)

[lkjsdf jerks to the side, watching the rubble ping against the wall before turning an irritated look back to the Highblood. He is once again wishing he had a lance... or any weapon. Hhhh, then it would feel less like a deathwish if he went after this guy]

Why...! Getting tired?

HAH. Do I look motherfucking TIRED TO YOU? Can't you all tell? I'm just motherfucking impatient, brother. SEE, I JUST CAN'T BE STANDING THOSE MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLE WINGS. [Another rock flies across the room with a ZING sound towards the Summoner.]

I was being motherfucking careful before, not to be all crushing them in my fists... BUT WHEN YOU FALL INTO MY MOTHERFUCKING CLUTCHES NEXT, your wings are the first things to go. Some miracles just aren't MEANT TO STAY, MOTHERFUCKER.

[This one catches his shoulder despite trying to dodge it, and he drops several feet in pain, before his wings wake up again and get him up where he's safeish. God... dammit, he needs to figure how to approach this before one breaks his wings @_@]

[So he starts... bobbing around the room. Not flying especially fast, but but fast enough, shifting levels constantly as he moves from corner to corner. And that... AWW PRESHUS look is back B3]

Are they genetic anomalies, or miracles? Black or red, Highblood! I know it's rough, but you gotta share me with three other quadrants...!

Why-- [He picks up a particularly sharp stake-like piece and rolls it around in his hand.] --the motherfuck can't it be BOTH? Genetic anomalies that are all so motherfucking rare that they're miracles, as well. MIRACLES THAT SHOULDN'T BE ALL GROWING OUT OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BACK, because that look just ain't for motherfucking shitbloods like you. SHIT LIKE THAT HAPPENS MORE THAN WE MOTHERFUCKING KNOW. It's just all kinds of unfortunate that I got to be all caught in the middle of that motherfucking nonsense, you know?

[aaaaand just gonna ignore the bit about quadrants though, and with a grunt, he flings the piece like an arrow. It's less likely to hit the Summoner while he's flying around like that though, so he doesn't exactly have high hopes of hitting him right now.]

[...yeah it goes crashing off against the wall way above him, and he laughs a little as if mocking that terrible aim. Also, the Highblood may or may not notice that his circle is getting slowly slowly slowly closer and lower, centering on him. It is quite subtle, but it's definitely there]

[Also also? Scoffing] You didn't have to be caught in the middle if you didn't want. You're high enough. You could've got a ship and sailed off into space, never talked to, anyone you didn't want to ever again. [He only got two choices, dude, so don't you even try to bitch at him about having to do the job that you picked out]

[His lips curl back into a sneer, though it's not as mean as he meant it to look. It's sort of a conflicted look, if anything. Also, don't think he doesn't notice the circling, but it's not like he can really do anything about that right now...]

NAH, MOTHERFUCKER. You can't even begin to be all understanding that shit. Can't just up and motherfucking leave, motherfucker. WHEN THE MESSIAHS SAY STAY, YOU MOTHERFUCKING STAY, YOU HEAR? I am motherfucking loyal to be all bringing in the Vast Honk closer, motherfucker, so there ain't not damn shortcuts to be all had. NO MOTHERFUCKER WHOM CARRIES AROUND THE SUBJUGGLATOR TITLE TAKES MOTHERFUCKING SHORTCUTS WHEN I'M ALL AROUND. [raaaant mode]

[Jesus... does this douchebag hear voices? He doesn't really know a lot about the Subjugglators whole... thing. That's really the province of the information guys, and they only tell him the stuff he needs to know, and what he needs to know is purple + white facepaint is A Bad Thing]

[So he's quiet for a second, and maybe he slows down a little in the air... God, what is he even doing with this]

Who's telling you to stay again...?

[He barely spares the Summoner a glance, all caught up in his random thoughts and shit. He just hears questions and he instinctively answers, suddenly feeling a surge of emotions, mixture of anger, despair, exhilaration... it's quite complicated, really!]

Weren't you even all motherfucking listening to a single piece of shit that I all have been spewing out at in your MOTHERFUCKING GENERAL DIRECTION? They talk of death and despair for those who do not motherfucking obey, and that's all motherfucking FINE AND HONKYDORY ALLRIGHT, SEE, BUT WE ARE HIGHER THAN ALL OF YOU. We've been handplucked, bred to perfection, to carry out the motherfucking cullings as they wish! THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS GET THEIR HARSH ON ABOUT THE DETAILS, AS THEY RAISE THEIR VOICES AND BE TELLING US ALL WHAT THE FUCK TO BE DOING--

[He grabs a particularly large piece of table and hurls it at the Summoner, who's drawing in closer and closer.]

--And no motherfucker gets in the way, BECAUSE IF THEY DO, THEY PAY THE TOLL. THE TOLL TO THE NEXT WORLD WHERE THEY CONTRIBUTE THEIR SOUL TO ACT THE ROLE OF FUEL. They are just pieces of the motherfucking puzzle, brother. YOU ARE A PIECE OF THE MOTHERFUCKING PUZZLE. So worthless is your fucking soul in the land of the living, BUT DEAD? You are all being of use as a dead fucking thing.

[At this point, he's not even really talking about the Summoner , exactly. Just "you" in a general sense. He's been gesturing wildly throughout this entire thing, and despite his lack of focus, he's actually quite in tune with his surroundings.]

[wat how did he... know when he's ramblinglsjlfj Has to jerk up high again and off to the side to dodge the piece of table. Fuck you, you screwed up his circle!!!]

But everyone just comes back to life here. So why are you still killing people... [Clearly that means their souls aren't going anywhere, right??? This is way too complicated a belief system, honestly, he's a soldier and a farmer, he don't got time for this shit. Even if he is terribly curious baww]

[The highblood suddenly stopped talking. He just seemed to have run out of juice, and his arms fell down to his sides as he stared off into space. Spacing out, if you will.]

That's the motherfucking question, now isn't it? CAN'T JUST QUIT IT, YOU KNOW? They still be saying shit like we gotta keep doing what we've always been motherfucking doing... [His voice grows hoarse from shouting so much earlier, and it gradually just gets quieter.] Shit's confusing is all what it motherfucking is, but I am the Grand Highblood, the most motherfucking loyal to the mirthful messiahs.

[welp... sorry, man, he's actually interested in all of this despite himself, but...]

[Wait no. No, he's not sorry at all HAHA space out in the middle of a fight and you get what's coming to you! So he drops out of the air, immediately diving at a bit of sharp, broken table he's been eyeing for a little while now, grabbing it and speeding as fast as he can at the Highblood. He stays low to the ground, glad everything's been wrecked so thoroughly cause otherwise this'd be a mess with his horns...]

[Speaking of which, before he finds a place to stick this makeshift weapon here, he's aiming to catch the Highblood by back of the knee with said ridiculous horns. Maybe knock him over first...!]

[How unfortunate for the highblood. Spacing out is a pretty big weakness, you know! The Summoner probably never had the pleasure of listening to him talk of his religion before meeting him in the tower, thus never seeing him space out so easily... but you only get lucky once.

The highblood manages to see the Summoner charging at him with those motherfucking huge ass horns out the corner of his eye and braces himself when the horns knock against the back of his legs which sends him crashing to the ground with a slur of curses. Now that the inevitable has happened, he prepares to react to whatever the Summoner was planning on next!]

Edited 2011-12-12 08:48 (UTC)

[Well first there's a sort of awkward detangling process, one which he manages relatively quickly mostly because he don't give a shit about the Highblood and is totally fine with slicing his leg open with the point of his horn if he has to]

[But then he's on his feet again, and... well he'd really like to pin this douchebag but that's not exactly practical given their size difference. So he goes after mobility instead, attempting to grab the Highblood's knee and slam his table piece into the meatier bits just above it]

[The highblood grins with wild abandon.

Even when the thrashing set of horns scrape at one of his calves, he pays it no mind and quickly gets to his feet as the Summoner does. It's only natural that smaller creatures would not go for the more straightforward approach, so he's ready when the Summoner aims for his knee. He lets him.

And motherfuck that hurts, but his movements do not falter even when he lets out a pained roar through his maniacal laughter. He grabs what he had been planning to grab for a while now (not the wings) and wraps huge fights around the Summoner's large horns to bring the shorter troll's face down to smash it against his rising, uninjured knee.]

[Ugh fuck, getting hit in the face will never be a pleasant experience will it. His nose is probably broken again UGH]

[Makes a pained, choking kind of sound, flailing for the bit of wood. Being disoriented is hard! But once his hand hits it, he twists it out of the Highblood's knee, moving to stick it in this uninjured leg here instead]

[HE'S AIMING FOR YOUR BULGE NEXT IF YOU DON'T LET HIM GO, JACKASS]

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