Watching as Cade and a burly man fought, Flex pounded on one of the near by adamantium walls which kept the club secure and safe from outside interference. Wailing as hard as possible, the recoil of the force being absorbed into the fists of the big man. Flex saw how the last burly man took a beating, watching as the man was dragged off the arena floor and disposed of. "My turn! " yells Flex.
She sighed in annoyance and emptied her drink before bothering to get to her feet. She was a striking contrast to the armored assassin. He stood broad shouldered and covered head to toe in some of the latest in technological combat. Taylor stood in a ordinary shirt and jeans, only give away of something more was a set of knives against her leg. With a crack of the knuckles and a brush of scarlet hair from her brow she bothered to speak up.
"You don't need to go murdering people in a fight club. It's for fighting not the latest hunger games. Let alone the get up, most of us don't even got brass knuckles let alone armor." She smiled clearly more playful then trying to offend the guy. "It's okay though I've got some tricks of my own. We can go a round if you can put down that killer instinct a bit."
@_vex_ : Flex shakes off the incoming hit, "so this is a 3 way match? " confused but okay with the idea. Extending his arms and clinching his fists, he spins perpetually towards the other fighters.
Log in to comment