Insane Warrior looked down on the petrifed animal-man before him. If he had still been in his right mind, he would have offered his mercy here; but the berserk rage still gripped him, and swung a kick up to 04512-A6's chin, knocking him backwards. He leaped forward, swinging the crystal blade expertly. 05412-A6 instictively ducked and rolled out of the way; while the bade blasted the building it hit into dust, burying the unconcious drunk. Insane Warrior landed hard. 05412-A6 took this chance to deliver another attack. He ended up with a rib in his mouth, the blood running down his face. He spat it out. It had no taste.
Not only did this freak fighter have no scent, he had no taste. However, the first signs of injury had begun to show on Insane Warrior.

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I hate my life...