#skout

Skout and Toth

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Welcome back you crazy blood thirsty fans!

We thought it best to try and boost our fighting fans spirits with a rousing musical scour as we progress through this seemingly endless tournament of death, destruction, and copious amounts of dick kicking.

Unfortunately no one was crazy enough to take us up on our offer; which is rather surprising since most musicians these days go on drug fueled rage binges every other week.

However, at the 11th hour a noble figure finally stepped forward to fill the void and give us the rousing musical number we all needed to hear; and oddly enough his only request was that we allow him to fight in the tournament as well.

So, put your hands together for the maestro of the rainbow, the swinger of destruction, and jazz master of Atlas; FLYNT COAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Flynt: *walks in adjusting hat* Weiss: Are we cool now? Flynt: You tell me, ice queen. Weiss: *Creates Glyphs* I’ll never be rid of that name will I? --------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Church: Was always more of a rock and roll man. Flynt: Can’t blame people for their bad tastes. Church: *Draws sniper rifle* Let the bodies hit the floor mother fucker! -------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Cammie: So you go into battle with a trumpet? Flynt: Pretty cool, right? Cammie: *Picks up nugget* I’m honestly surprised you have been shot or stabbed to death by now. -------------------------------------------------------------

Nomad: *Walks in, wind blowing poncho* Flynt: *Plays an old western* Nomad: *tips hat and claps hands* Flynt: *Splits into copies* Nothing beats a receptive audience. -------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Yang: Think you can take me without your cat friend? Flynt: Never was one to shy away from a solo. Yang: *Cocks shotgun wrists* Good, because I could using a good tune to kick butt too. ---------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Grif: So were your parents racist or did they just hate you?   Flynt: Excuse me? Grif: *Hefts Rocket Launcher* Don’t you find it odd your one of the few black people here and your last name is a literal reference to black? ----------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Kazu: *In Japanese* After the match do you want to jam? Flynt: Sure, but pegged you for a punk rocker. Kazu: *Cracks knuckles* I’ve been stuck here for six months and no one plays; I would duet with a clarinet player at this point. --------------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Don: Finally; set up in the corner and begin playing. Flynt: I suggest you check your tone before you start making me play some sour notes. Don: *Draws sword, sighs* Never can find good help, story of my life. --------------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Salem: Join me my child. Flynt: Sorry, but I can tell a bad song from the get go. Salem: *Grim arms appear from ground* Then let my voice be the last thing you ever hear. ----------------------------------------------------------------------

Donut: *Walks in polishing armor* Flynt: Got a special request? Donut: Oooooo! Do you know any dub step? Flynt: *Splits into copies* And just like that, you gotta go. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Nemesis: *Nano tech cloud forms Nemesis* Flynt: *Plays soft jazz* Nemesis: *Pauses, cocks head to listen* Let-et-et the good times roll. Flynt: *Splits into copies* With me, they never stop rolling. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Skout: *Gasps* Is that a music maker?!? I’ve never seen one up close. Flynt: Sounds like a bleak life if you ask me. Skout: *Shoves off backpack and stretches* It ain’t so bad after you get used to the endless desert and roaming blood thirsty monster packs. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ambrosius: *Cloud of smoke appears and he twirls into existence* Flynt: I hear you’re the man that makes dreams happen. Ambrosius: Let me guess; an amphitheater for your adoring fans? Flynt: *splits into copies* Nah, just a new shop for my dad. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Washington: Have you actually ever killed anyone? Flynt: With a semblance named “Killer Quartet”, what do you think? Washington: *Loads assault rifle* Mom always said music would be the death of me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Flynt: *Walks in adjusting hat* Yasamin: I cannot begin to number the reasons your choice of weapon is idiotic. Flynt: Says the woman with no weapon at all. Yasamin: *Takes fighting stance* That is because I AM a weapon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------