[Wileyfangs]

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And what was a workout it was.
They were supposed to steal something, some
mechanical whizmo-gizmo codes to some dumb
ray. Honestly Quaxo stopped listening to their
informant's babbling a long time ago, but then
the sounds of firefights appear the minute they
step into the warehouse and his expression changes
to a sinister one. He knows those sounds better
than anyone and with a roar his men attack.

It was a small group, about 100 men. Probably
night shift grunts but that didn't matter. They
were terrible opponents against his men anyway
without their little toys. But boy was it fun to
beat them. All of his rage from the Kill match
returned and he saw red as he imagined that
boy's dumbfounded expression.

As though he didn't know how a kill went.

The first one to stand in his way was accidentally
thrown there but he pounced before the kid could
move. It would be a knock out run today he could
tell. He gave him a rapid succession of punches,
quick as lightning before whirling on his next victims.
His boys know to get out of the way when he starts
hurling people, the muscles rippling under his neon
fur as he hefts two grunts up and knocks their heads
together with a resounding CRACK. They drop like flies.
He leaps into the fray. "COME ON! FIGHT ME!"

In the end none of them stood a chance. As his group
went off to get the damned codes he relaxed looking
over the field of knocked out, bloodied grunts. "Takin
it in sir?" Ah Grinner, a cheeky lil grunt of his own. He
nods with a hum of satisfaction. "It's always a good fight
when your muscles burn."

"Take it ya don't get many good fights then?"

"Maybe once...but those days are long gone."

Grinner hums appreciating the view. "Well choppers up
right now, sir." Quaxo nods and takes the rare moment
to think. Dumb Bear...

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It was ridiculous! RIDICULOUS!

How could such a burly,
strong creature be afraid of the kill?!

That kind of mercy would never have
been given by one of his boys, but when
you're in Star Nova, anything can happen.
That doesn't mean it SHOULD though! The
very thought grants him a headache and
the Robotic next to him pours him another
drink in his flute glass.

He's staring at footage of the THAT match,
willing the man to finish his opponent. But
inevitably he doesn't. The sheer remembrance
that he doesn't -no that he WOULDN'T-
nearly has Quaox seeing red all over again!
It's a KILL match! You don't go to a KILL match
and not KILL anything! The crowd had been
just as appalled by the fact as he was. Such
loyal fans not getting their kill! How disgraceful!
The glass threatens to shatter in his hand
as he seethes but then quietly takes a breath.

His Alloys have a job to do today.
He can work out his problems then.

[cyborgishly]

username cyborgishly • name • gender male

[Grian]

droppin' out

[cocogerber13]

Username:
Cocogerber13

Name:
Sasha

Gender:
Male

Art or Writing:

Sasha was the best of the best; and it was a title well-deserved.

The Kalon had had a tough life growing up and knew the risks involved with each battle he fought, but the satisfaction of winning and his receiving of the prize made it all worth it. To lose would be punishment enough, as he was addicted to victory.

To ensure that his skills were sharp and that he was light on his feet, Sasha trained every day. Each session he would push himself further and further, not to the point of breaking but just barely. He would make plans of attack, then execute them, and he would think of almost any way that his opponent could fight dirty or go against the norm and use that to make more predictions about what he could do.

If his own determination wasn't enough, he had many backing him up and cheering for him, not to mention what his loss might mean to them.

His eyes were ablaze with determination as he bunched his muscles, staying alert as he bolted in pursuit of his enemy. The first of his force was used against a door- a rather sturdy one at that. Despite the amount of power it took to break it down, he did it, and entered the building with a few comrades at his heels. They had to think fast in this sort of situation just as they had many times before. Splitting up, Sasha bounded up the stairs with experienced hops until reaching the room of the incident. A bright coloured Kalon with fur the colour of the Flames surrounding them stood there trapping a younger one on the other side of the room.

Clad in protective gear, Sasha growled and leapt to intercept the elemental beast as it made a move towards the child. He didn't have the power to put out the flames just yet, but he'd be sure to get the kit out safe. The firefighter scooped up the fire's hostage in his paws as they were coughing from the smoke and quickly moved to shield them with his back, which, despite what it was meant to protect him from, felt like it was scorching his back.

Upon reaching the doorway the older Kalon ran into part of his team. They had brought backup and their fastest runner was there, ready to take the frightened kit from him. As soon as they left Sasha's paws, he moved to snatch the end of the hose from one of his companions.

The fire had only grown since Sasha had last looked at it, along with with flame-furred Kalon's anger. Engulfed in the heat the walls were starting to crumble and the fire was starting to spread- but Sasha wouldn't let that happen. With the assistance of someone he currently didn't have the time to recognise he aimed the hose at the fire starting to bring down the building before finally bringing the water to he source of the destruction.

The hose was heavy in his paws, and the flames were just not going down. His opponent obviously had taken the room completely and didn't falter until Sasha reentered the side of the room where he stood. At the end of what seemed to be hours the other was reduced to sparks, but not without taking their revenge on him. With a roar and one last paw strike to the ground, the floor started to collapse under the senior firefighter.

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In the end, Sasha had survived, his team having rid the house of the fire. The fall had left him with a few broken bones, burns, and singed hair that was nothing too serious, but it was also thought that he had hit his head from his talk of the arsonist made of flames. When he spoke of the disaster-causing Kalon that they had brought down, no one else seemed to remember a thing.

[alyxmin]

Username: pebby stone.
Name: nemesis
Gender: female
Art or Writing:
nemesis always gets her revenge, no matter how long it'll take her. the kalons who dare fight her? well, it doesn't go well for them.

nemesis sat at the lunch table, with her one or two best friends. nemesis was named after the goddess of revenge, and it goes quite perfect for her. she was minding her own business when a kalon came up to her and growled. he was one of those kalons who stole another's lunch money, but to nemesis, he was picking a fight with her. she growled back, and her claws came out.
'' what do you want, fish-face? '' she growled, insulting him. '' you'll pay for that, snake-eyes. '' the kalon said back,
biting his tongue. '' why thank you, dirt-mouth. '' she said back, amused.

the kalon suddenly sprang at her, clawing her back. nemesis turned around and as slick as a snake, she quickly clawed his face.
'' Oh, dirt-mouth. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to ruin your horrible face. '' she said sarcastically. she wanted him mad. she wanted him to be so mad he couldn't think. it was like messing with an ant, torturing them until it's hard for them to come close to you. she chuckled a bit s the male kalon got up and looked at her with narrowed eyes. nemesis was a strong girl, she wouldn't back down until he was defeated. '' aww, dirt-face. i didn't know you could narrow your eyes. it seems a bit strange for a weak kalon to do that. '' she laughed at her own joke and looked at him in the eyes.
i'm nemesis. i'm strong. i'm not weak. now you will know my name, and you'll remember me as a kalon you should never get in a fight with.

[primcval]

Username: astrophile.
Name: kaiba cerinus
Gender: cismale
Art or Writing: ress (using a nameless kalon since I've got none of my own)

[>> Leafstorm515]

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Username. >>Leafstorm515
name. Jax Wilder
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One of his run in with a rather famous
And dangerous bounty hunter

[Discter]

this is just a joke entry - don't take me seriously :p

Username: Discter
Name: Ken
Gender: Male
Art or Writing: Sketchy thing for now

[Armuris]

Mark!!!

[notwearingsocks]

RES