HAH! That outta teach 'em! It felt so great to beat the jeering smile off that asshole's face. Smashing the chair against his head made such a great outlet for Sechs to vent out his frustration over his weakened and confused state.
Speaking of which...
Once his opponent fell over from the chair's bombardment, Sechs grinned with satisfaction at the dazed expression on his face. The Replica figured now would be a good time to ask the idiot what happened to him. He wouldn't answer him the first time Sechs asked, so maybe after having two good knocks to the skull would encourage him to talk...
Having no need for the chair, Sechs casually tossed it away to the side of the room. The furniture loudly tumbled and clattered down the floor before crashing to a stop against the wall. Sechs then bent over to grab the other man by the collar of his shirt...
It was then that Sechs found himself abruptly pounced on by his now berserk rival. The strident roar deafened Sechs as he was plowed down to the floor with his adversary on top of him. The Replica received his own share of stars in his vision when the back of his head slammed down upon the ground.
"Damn! I start landing some hits and you freak out at me? What a poor sport!" Sechs meant to bark out his taunt with an insulting tone, but the look of terror in his opponent's eyes caused a tint of surprise to seep into his voice instead.
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Speaking of which...
Once his opponent fell over from the chair's bombardment, Sechs grinned with satisfaction at the dazed expression on his face. The Replica figured now would be a good time to ask the idiot what happened to him. He wouldn't answer him the first time Sechs asked, so maybe after having two good knocks to the skull would encourage him to talk...
Having no need for the chair, Sechs casually tossed it away to the side of the room. The furniture loudly tumbled and clattered down the floor before crashing to a stop against the wall. Sechs then bent over to grab the other man by the collar of his shirt...
It was then that Sechs found himself abruptly pounced on by his now berserk rival. The strident roar deafened Sechs as he was plowed down to the floor with his adversary on top of him. The Replica received his own share of stars in his vision when the back of his head slammed down upon the ground.
"Damn! I start landing some hits and you freak out at me? What a poor sport!" Sechs meant to bark out his taunt with an insulting tone, but the look of terror in his opponent's eyes caused a tint of surprise to seep into his voice instead.