Bartholemew howls out a cackling laugh as the Dayman transforms- then blinks as the Orgasm cries shriek out loudly. He sighs, and the battle music pounds out louder- and changes.<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5-QnBc58XM">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5-QnBc58XM</a>m<br/><br/>He begins to laugh- and darts in... noting how clumsy his foes wild sweeps and strokes are, he simply dodges most of them- parrying and thrusting only rarely, due to the overwhelming size of his foes blades compared to his, and the sizzling pain they cause upon even striking his blades. A pain that makes him laugh, as their dance begins- blades clashing with rythm and speed.<br/><br/>His foe has no footwork, it seems, as they clash and dance for a few moments more- and then his foe pauses to sprinkle holy water on his crotch. A blink- and then bullets rip through his form, seemingly blasting away his arms, legs, and leaving holes in his torso that make him howl out- then collapse in to shadows on the ground.<br/><br/>Shadows that don't stop moving.<br/><br/>Shadows that pulse, and /live/ with a Vibrant, organic, hellish energy. What blood has been spilled this fight flows back towards him.... and he begins an ominous, evil laugh- before he is interrupted by, of all things... Economics. As the figure continues to speak, he sighs- and begins to try and recompose himself for this foe.<br/><br/>And so it is that a shirtless hunk of a man that is indeed Bartholemew rises from the ashes, swords sheathed at his sides. He wears blackish red pants formed of shadows, solidified and transmogrified blood, and magical energy. His chest is ripped in more ways than one- he is practically made of scar tissue, and he too bears the legendary Nine Pack. He cracks his shoulders- the revving chains on his body replaced.<br/><br/>Replaced by... an honestly beautiful full body tattoo, of a series of rose thorns chained with skulls at intervals, across most of his body except his head and shoulders. Those with amazing observation powers might somehow notice that they match exactly where the chains revved on his body. His music fades, and a few burning holes finish closing at various vital areas. He looks around, with a broad, smiling face. "So. How about we kill each other later, team up to kill that fuck soon, and get something in our stomachs now?" He suggests, as he spreads his arms wide and starts walking towards the food-place.<br/><br/>He casts an eye to Scar, and frowns. "Scar, you okay..? C'mon, let's catch up- I've been lookin for you a while, you had me scared sick."