[RL with Travis Motherfucking Touchdown]

[seechainsaw]

Giriko didn't quite know how he'd gone from being worried Henry's head had been cut off, to standing outside the church where he now lived, waiting for Henry's brother to come over and get his ass handed to him

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[the_nomorehero]

Travis' attitude was nothing short of cocky-bastard-esque. He approached the church with a look lying somewhere between disgust and pity, but behind his eyes was anger. Pure, unadulterated murderous rage.

But his hands were casually shoved in his jacket pockets, beam katanas (all four of them) hooked to his belts. He stopped a fair distance away.

"Impressive, fuckhead. You're actually here."

[seechainsaw]

Giriko's eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth with a bit more of a growl. What was with this cocky fuckhead? He was almost as annoying as Justin.

"I don't got any reason to run away," he said. "Though I don't get why you're so fuckin' pissed at me." He was conveniently forgetting the insults he'd hurled at Travis for basically no reason. "You that pissed that your brother's gettin' laid and you ain't?"

[the_nomorehero]

"I'm getting laid by a lot hotter than you," he sneered. "So that's the last thing you have to fucking worry about."

Travis took a step closer. "I'm more fucking pissed that Henry's laying some shit head that isn't worth a fucking dime. Even if I hate the motherfucker, I have to have some pride as a brother.

"And even I know he can fucking do better than you."

Travis finally grasps the Tsubaki MK-III, casually pulling it from its designated place on his belt.

[seechainsaw]

Giriko's eyes flashed with a rage that rivaled Travis' - likely exceeded it.

All right. Now Travis was dead.

"You fucking asshole," he snarled. Chains popped out of his skin as he clenched his fists, running in an 'X' over his chest, wrapping around his fists, and around his boots. "You don't know shit about me!"

His motor was already running, stoked by the anger. Using the chains like wheels, he zoomed closer at breakneck speed, one arm coming up to block the likely swing of the katana, and the other drawing back to punch and tear at flesh.

[the_nomorehero]

Travis is too good for attacks like that--he's fought far to many batshit assassins already. It's only a quick evasive roll to get him out of the way of the punch, activating the katana. His stance as he rises is casual as ever--he's not ready to fall to the bait. Not yet.

"Yeah but I know Henry. And I know who he's banged before. You know he has a kid, right? They tell you that at the end of the first game."

[seechainsaw]

Quick little bugger wasn't he. Giriko shifted to one side, as if uncertain, circling warily.

"Yeah, I fuckin' know that," he growled. "You tryin' to say that he don't want me?" He laughed nastily. "Fuck that. Maybe you should have asked him first instead of acting like a stupid fuck."

He darted forward again, even faster, but trying essentially the same move.

[the_nomorehero]

"I'm tryin' to say you probably caught him on the rebound while his wife was cheating, fuck face."

Fuck, Giriko was predictable. This was worse than any ranked fight he'd ever been in. All he needed to do was shout his attack names, Jesus. He rolls again, lunging with the Tsubaki, blue blade arching in the air.

"You know why they call me the Crownless King, right? Because I'm the best of the fucking best. People die to try and fight me."

[seechainsaw]

"That's not how it happened!" Giriko snapped. He was sure it wasn't rebound, but he knew telling Travis how it really had gone down would only make the young man more pissed off.

"What the fuck right do you have to decide, anyway?" he snarled, kicking out as Travis' blade arched down towards his head. Sparks flew as he blocked it with a forearm, chains spinning wildly with a roar, his leg going straight for Travis' midsection with more chains glinting wickedly.

"Good for fucking you, Crownless King," he added with a smirk. "People die when they fight me."

Travis should have to roll again to avoid, and when he did, he would roll straight towards his golem, standing inconspicuously nearby like a piece of statuary.

[the_nomorehero]

Travis never did as he should. Whether this was a fault or not was up to the person he wasn't following the expectations of.

"This all you got?" He smirked nastily, pushing away from Giriko, instead of rolling. Getting cornered was the last thing Travis wanted, and he'd battled long enough to know to avoid it.

Instead he changed katanas--Blood Berry was smaller and far less powerful, but faster and cleaner in any fight. Power wasn't necessary here, at least not Tsubaki-MK III power, but speed was.

[seechainsaw]

Giriko growled with irritation, stalking forward, trying to stay in close to Travis and punch and kick him while he changed weapons.

"You just gonna run away all day?" he taunted back. "Why don't you actually use that sword you're holdin'. You can't be scared of me, fightin' with my fists while you got your big long stick, can ya?"

[the_nomorehero]

He pulled the fight away from the church, further into the open. If this bastard had beaten Henry, like hell was Travis going to pull punches.

And like hell he was going to fight stupid. "Shit man, I'm just stunned by how much you remind me of DestroyDick." He snorts. "At least he was better at actually hitting a target than you."

[seechainsaw]

Giriko snorted, not knowing the reference and not giving a shit. His punches flashed off of Travis' beam katana, the chains throwing off sparks each time they connected.

"Ain't like you've hit shit," he replied. "Not like you could hit me in a thousand fuckin' years."

In response to a silent command, the golem lumbered forward towards the fighting pair.

[the_nomorehero]

"I haven't been trying, shit head." No, no, he was biding his time. Soaking in the ecstasy of battle, Travis was feeling it build up inside him. The rage, the blood thirst, the insanity building inside Travis, it was only moments before he knew the Dark Side would shoot through him.

God only knew what the ecstasy would provide him, and he didn't give a fuck. Something, if only for a few seconds, to kill this fucker in front of him.

That would be enough.

[seechainsaw]

"Like fuck you haven't!" The Weapon leaped into the air, kicking out at Travis' head one last time.

He pushed off from the kick, not caring much if it connected or not, and flipped towards the oncoming golem. As he moved, he transformed, and the golem reached up to catch him.

Then the huge stone creature came at Travis with surprising speed, swinging the fully-transformed chainsaw towards him.

[the_nomorehero]

"Bull fucking shit." Travis was barely able to get away from the blow. However, rolling back to his feet, he laughs. "Shit this is cliche. Letz Shake all over again."

Travis had beaten plenty of opponents larger than him. And he knew all it took was a few precisely-timed attacks. Testing the golem's speed, Travis darted past it, slicing along the way.

[seechainsaw]

The golem swung the chainsaw at Travis' head, then roared as the beam katana scored a cut in its leg. It wasn't slowed, though, whirling the chainsaw around and slicing in the other direction to try to cut Travis' legs out from under him.

Giriko was getting more than a little annoyed. Not only could he not seem to land a hit, but if Travis kept on fighting he'd probably take out his only remaining golem.

But he definitely wasn't backing down now! He roared loudly enough to rival his motor as the golem slashed at Travis.