01-07-2007, 05:59 AM
Casually appraising the short warrior, Spop snorted in disgust and slapped away the pitiful man's hand and planted his size 20 boot into Uub's face. Crouching down over the beaten warrior's prone form, El Supremo Hombre drove fist after ham-like fist into his head before finally rising to his feet. Spitting on his victim's face, the huge man grinned. "You caught me in a bad mood, but I feel better now. If you get out of the hospital, feel free to hit me up for a match. I'll be happy to beatcha down again, homes."
That out of the way, Spop left the battered Uub behind him and left the arena.
(I took a little creative license there, I hope you don't mind. I figured you'd have no defense against a surprise attack anywho.)
That out of the way, Spop left the battered Uub behind him and left the arena.
(I took a little creative license there, I hope you don't mind. I figured you'd have no defense against a surprise attack anywho.)