It's like Christmas Morning heheh

Erix watches brutal from afar with admiration. His tail flicks once, and he lets out a small dreamy sigh

Im a Snake, sir. Specifically a black mamba.

Heheh, unfortunately no, Angelo removed my venom sacks after I bit Scout..... But they're regrowing....

Erix watches brutal from afar with admiration. His tail flicks once, and he lets out a small dreamy sigh

Im a Snake, sir. Specifically a black mamba.

Is it the weaponry you adore to use, or the satisfaction of the kill that makes you so murderous, Monsieur Brutal?"

Oh mate, I think more than your suit's gonna be ruined...

*He stepped back swiftly, a hair falling out of place. He brushed it back with his hand, huffing indignantly.*

Formalities? You're talkin' to the wrong Freak, mate. Shoulda gone to Polite Spy

*He reacted quickly, but perhaps not quick enough. His smaller blade raised to attempt to block but only managed to slightly deter the machete's trajectory.*

"Drawn-out kill" as if it's an art. I just wanna see your blood splattered on the floor

*He vanished with a wooshing noise, the only sound his soft footsteps as he sidestepped out of the way.*

The symbols on Brutal's back began to glow the same red as his eyes and he turned around. The machete was swung right into the Spy's side at an alarming speed

*The sigils caught Spy off guard, just long enough to allow for the blow to land. He groaned, hunching as a hand quickly moved to touch the blooming blood that seeped into his suit.*

I'm a Freak. And you're dead. Have a nice time in Respawn

Is it the weaponry you adore to use, or the satisfaction of the kill that makes you so murderous, Monsieur Brutal?"

Oh mate, I think more than your suit's gonna be ruined...

*He stepped back swiftly, a hair falling out of place. He brushed it back with his hand, huffing indignantly.*

Formalities? You're talkin' to the wrong Freak, mate. Shoulda gone to Polite Spy

*He reacted quickly, but perhaps not quick enough. His smaller blade raised to attempt to block but only managed to slightly deter the machete's trajectory.*

"Drawn-out kill" as if it's an art. I just wanna see your blood splattered on the floor

*He vanished with a wooshing noise, the only sound his soft footsteps as he sidestepped out of the way.*

The symbols on Brutal's back began to glow the same red as his eyes and he turned around. The machete was swung right into the Spy's side at an alarming speed

Is it the weaponry you adore to use, or the satisfaction of the kill that makes you so murderous, Monsieur Brutal?"

Oh mate, I think more than your suit's gonna be ruined...

*He stepped back swiftly, a hair falling out of place. He brushed it back with his hand, huffing indignantly.*

Formalities? You're talkin' to the wrong Freak, mate. Shoulda gone to Polite Spy

*He reacted quickly, but perhaps not quick enough. His smaller blade raised to attempt to block but only managed to slightly deter the machete's trajectory.*

"Drawn-out kill" as if it's an art. I just wanna see your blood splattered on the floor

Is it the weaponry you adore to use, or the satisfaction of the kill that makes you so murderous, Monsieur Brutal?"

Oh mate, I think more than your suit's gonna be ruined...

*He stepped back swiftly, a hair falling out of place. He brushed it back with his hand, huffing indignantly.*

Formalities? You're talkin' to the wrong Freak, mate. Shoulda gone to Polite Spy

Is it the weaponry you adore to use, or the satisfaction of the kill that makes you so murderous, Monsieur Brutal?"

Oh mate, I think more than your suit's gonna be ruined...