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"And he's down! What a turn of events folks! Looks like he is gunna have to settle for silver!" Creed spoke into a microphone, wearing a ref's shirt and headphones.
"MEEPMEEP!" Creed blurred over to the fallen warrior like a roadrunner and clattered his teeth a few times, pulling out a toothpick to work the creases of those massive teeth. "Yikes! Didn't know I packed my ugly bullets this mornin'! Heheheee! I mean I hope this world has good plastic surgeons, that or really generous ladies.." Creed looked on over to his white haired accomplice, that mad glare in his eyes was a way of saying he didn't care if he wanted this other worlder alive.
"I got just the thing for a headache, TRUST ME! It'll stretch that pain preeeeeeetty thin.." Creed reached in his pocket, humming trivially until finally revealing a massive anvil with the word "ADVIL" branded on the side. Like any cartoon, he lifted it over his head with ease, ready to drop it right on the downed opponent with no mercy at all.
"If ya got somethin' amazing up your sleeve pal...NOW WOULD BE THE TIME TO USE IT!" His voice actually cracked from how maddeningly loud he warned Gen, the anvil starting to slip out of his palm...