“Hey! What do you mean, ‘Let the battle start’?!” the serial killer yelled as he made his entrance. He pointed his kendo stick at the announcer and wiggled it a bit, in what was apparently a threatening gesture that only Havok understood. “Announce MY name before you start!”

“Err. Second fighter! Mister Havok!” the announcer said.

“No, no, no, NO!” Havok yelled. The stick wiggling increased in its intensity. “HAVOK. Not Mister Havok! Havok! No ‘Mister’!”

“Eh, second fighter, Havok!” the announcer corrected himself.

The stick killer smiled and started absent-mindedly twirling his weapon as he headed towards the center of the arena. He looked at his competition and smiled. Such a pretty girl, and such shiny armor! Starting off, he’d have to aim for wherever the armor wasn’t covering her.

If he was going to get a clear shot at one of her vulnerable spots, he needed to put her in a predicament in which she wasn’t thinking clearly. What could he do? Get her drunk? No, nothing to drink, and he wouldn’t be able to force her. Woo her with his sex appeal? Nah, she was obviously a lesbian. Tick her off? Bingo!

“Nice armor,” Havok complimented his foe. His eyes were firmly trained on her breasts. “It makes it seem like you actually have boobies.”

“You’re so ****ing dead,” Emile replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What? I thought that was the look you were going for? The ‘physically-enhanced’ look?” the mass murderer asked, scratching his head in mock confusion.

“Even if I was, it isn't something a **** stupid person should point out,” the Silver Beauty snapped. Her hands were clenching her spear so hard that Aaron King guessed her knuckles to be white. Oh, this was so much fun!

“Oh. In that case, I think you should-” Havok cut himself off mid-sentence, suddenly charging at his opponent.

~

“Always lies in your eyes, settles in your action,” Mercutio sang to himself as he zipped his pants. He flushed the urinal and walked over to one of the sinks, his Zune playing ‘Falling Apart’ full blast. “Jeopardize everything that I want, and I won’t compromise anything anymore, in any way victimize myself any more…”

He started the sink…

“Liberty, YEAH!”

The sudden shout caused a man in a nearby stall to be scared ****less, literally. Rosaline began to sing the chorus as he washed his hands, blissfully unaware of the man’s plight.

“Manipulations on my mind, expectations well defiiiiine. Frustrate me! Liberate me! Cause everything’s falling apaaaaaart, you can’t control me, you can’t control me…”

He dried his hands and left without another peep.

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~BA Characters~

Quote:

Originally Posted by Quark My confidence just had an erection.

~RIP Ceesco~
Big bro will always love you.