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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Franz was the next to be attacked, dusk surrounded him and three tendrils wrapped around his right arm trying to pull it away from his body so that they group grab his other free hand, the same blue goo splashed over him, a large pile aiming for his face but more drizzled over his arm filling the air around him with a smell that started to calm him, make him 'weaker'. He could fight it by all means but he started to get horny under his armor, he needed release, feeling like he'd been pent of for ages.</div><div class="quoteExpand">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Franz' blade whipped up and around him like a whirlwind of death- his armor billowed out and around him as Dusk approached; while the gun was a good cover fire- his blade cut deep into the first five Dusk that came his way; cleaving left and right his weapon slipped up and down with a mechanical precision born from hours upon hours upon hours of training. His confidence growing all the more as he felt the rage of battle in his veins. Blood pumping; adrenaline flowing. He crowed loud warcries of pleasured enjoyment as he tore through the Dusk coming his way!<br/><br/>He even broke into song!<br/><br/>"<b><span style="color: orange">Mir san die lustigen Holzhackerbuam~</span></b>," His voice rang with a triumphant deep throaty bass as he cleft through the first Dusk- it's entire body slung through with a blunt trauma that only one with the strength of a dozen men could do. Before it's body was crushed underfoot by the swordsman himself. Then, he cackled loudly- slinging his blade up and around his shoulder- before taking a Lumber-Jack's swing!<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange"><b>Hollereieiho hollereieiho!</b></span>" The second Dusk was felled as it's body was struck with a sickening- rippling, crack! The blade of the sword seemed to deflect at an odd angle but- the loud voice and bawdy rhyme of the big German swinging an even larger sword around drowned out his ability to hear any orders. This was a mild side-effect of his power that might be looked at as a bad thing. However;  his blade roiled upward as the sand below was rendered into a cloud of painful particles that let him lunge straight up in the air almost eight and a half feet; over the head of one Dusk, before he came down like a meteor on another!<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange"><b>Wir fällen das Holz und jodeln dazua~!</b></span>" The blade sheered through the Dusk- like a very blunt razor through paper; the tearing sound was sickeningly loud and it caused the ground to shudder as the gooey bits of the Dusk splattered about him. He simply continued to laugh even as he went into another portion of the Refrain, "<span style="color: orange"><b>Hollereiei ritirieiho!</b></span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange"><b>Und kommt ein lustiges Maderl daher,</b></span>" The Dusk that had been behind him now had the full force of a weapon that was not meant for mortal hands to hold- but was still held none-the less, "<span style="color: orange"><b>Hollereieiho hollereieiho!</b></span>" Another Dusk was dead; shattered through with a weapon that was just overly large and more than just a simple 'club'. His strikes had more momentum and force than bullets and over a wide area? It really made an impact; the Dusk's death intoned another hearty laugh as he began to fight the last of the Dusk he noticed! As he was starting to become overly confident now- his muscles bulged and his body seemed to engorge in size!<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange"><b>Dann kriagt sie a Busserl,</b></span>" And it was then that he slung his sword through the last of the ones visible to him! But, even so- he'd seperated from the group just a tad too far! So, upon turning to view his friends... His song caught! "<b><span style="color: orange">Was will si-</span></b>"<br/><br/>His revalry was cut short as he was grabbed! It was a panicking experience; his massive strength all but made useless as he was taken free of the ground! His struggles intensified for a few brief moments. Before he was hosed in the face; on his arms... But- his death grip on his sword was relentless and even the metal started to creak.<br/><br/>Oh yes, Franz was starting to calm; and with this calm- he relaxed; and as he relaxed? Weakness left as soon as it came; for those who don't understand- a calm man is a confident man. And he was starting to realize he was in danger; even as he relaxed enough to allow himself to simply be picked up. He only grinned at the fact these beasties were feeding his Ego more so than all of the fucking, boozing, and other things that had been to 'boost' him. His own Aura began to exude from him in a euphoric wave of sheer strength that focused the air around him into a slightly shivvering cloud. That said; he began to flex his arms, "<b><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="color: orange">OHO! HYU HELPINGS UV FRANZ! ES VURT NAIZE! THENK HYU TAHNTECUL THAUNGS!</span></span></b>" Of course, while he was exceptionally strong thanks to the Tentacle Slime...<br/><br/>The fact remained that he was so relaxed he probably didn't give two damns. And thus, even though he could kill these things with his bare hands... It felt so nice... So very nice and relaxing...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>