<span style="font-weight: bold">Name: Bartholemew- Release Level One<br/>HP: Oh GOD WHAT THE FUCK?! IT HEALS ITSELF!<br/>MP: .....OP. Well, okay. Not really, but hey. More of a Rage-Meter than an MP Meter.<br/>Abilities: Ludicrous Physical Strength, Regeneration, Fuck Physics, Reality Warping (Moderate in this state- He will be tougher when he's a Boss than when he is a PC. Feel free to note this IC, there is an Explanation, at a later date.), Fear Factor, Shifting Shape, Eldritch Abomination Mode. One Release Level before Final Form- he skipped straight to Fuck you Mode for Dayman to get it over quick.</span><br/><br/>Battle Music: Opening Phase;m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6duljByuCo">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6duljByuCo</a>m<br/><br/>It turns- as the bullets rip in to it's form, and it shakes- they look like they hurt... and then... It howls out, and heals the holes- smoke curling around it's form, as it turns from Dayman... and it's voice ripples out, as the first six rounds hit- and the last six are cut from the air by it's twin blades as it turns it's charge to where the /real/ fun is at, it seems. "HMM!? WHAT IS THIS! PAIN!?! MY WORD, IT IS! AAHHAHAHAHA! YESS! Project Midnight? Apologies, I've never heard of it- is it a cult? Or another one of the Super SOldier Programs I so /LOVE/ DISMANTLING!? DID THEY TRY TO MAKE MONSTERS?! Yes, of course they did - why else look up to ME?!" A laugh, as it ripples... then it seems as if the thing.. shatters- and pieces fly about like so much broken glass, as a counter to the womans no-doubt-inevitable second attack.<br/><br/>It begins to reform, of course- the chains and blades the first things to exist, the rest following shortly. "Yes... More monsters, is that it..? When will they learn... Ahh- but you wish for my head? Good! Come at me! Strike at me! EARN THE RIGHT!" As the smoking holes from the six bullets that landed home slowly close- and seem unable to fully seal. Indeed- they seem to have inflicted actual damage... which is the reason for his grin. The reason for his sudden elevation in mood. They hurt him. And he /likes/ that. He spreads his arms wide- and shadows begin to spread from his form- dancing, laughing smiles and teeth that seem to ripple from him, as he crouches- and charges her, head on. He's fast- unspeakably so.