Darksoul180
Praiser of Sun
After Curtis's punch made contact with the man, he watched him flip away and land heavily on the pavement. Curtis chuckled to himself again as he smirk grew into a smile. His eyes still straining on his target, taking in his whole appearance as he watched as the blooded trickled from the mans face. Watching the stranger wipe it off and prepare himself for another go. Curt was falling for all of this man's taunting and beckoning. He was asking for Curt to kill him! Curt's mind was now focused on his hunt, the adrenaline pump that he always craved. The reason he is what he is, all for the blood and thrill. Almost like an animal staking his prey. This man was beneath Curt, and Curt was about to cut this taunting bastard down to size. Though he was always one to toy with his food. What fun would it be to go all out at once? Kill and it be done, there is not risk, no thrill. no suffering?
The sadistic part of the Restrainer really started to show now. His calm and collected persona started to drop as his true self crawled out. Curtis's body was no longer relaxed and straight. He was standing with his arms out ready to attack, his back hunched and his eyes wide open. His mouth grinning ear to ear with a smirk that showed his intentions.
"How is that for a dead on charge?"
Curt taunted back at the man. He tighten his grip on his chains around his fists. His body was not tense and not moving.
"Dread-Knot!"
Curtis exclaimed as most of his body started to shift under his clothing. His now lighter version of his armor was taking full form. Curt leaned over more as his body became heavier. Under his clothing you could almost see a shuffling as the chains wrapped around him. This was Curtis's signature defense. He was almost like a walking tank.
Curt watched as the Axe Man toke a swing at him. This time it was a bit faster than last. Hard to track, though he saw that it was aimed for his neck. Curt's body reacted to the attack as fast as it could. Being decapitated was not on the list of things to do today. Curt moved himself in whatever way he could in order to dodge the blow. Though in reaction his body just straighten his hunched over body out, making it so the axe hit him in the chain covered shoulder, Curt let out a small wince at the blow. Though he did not budge. The axe had a heavy blow, though Curtis's sheer weight from his chains acted as an anchor to the ground. The axe made very very small marks on the chains. Curtis could feel it, the feeling of pain filled his body as it felt like he just got a bad paper cut. The axe bounced off of him a bit as the Axe came in for another swing, this time at the hips. The same thing happened but this time Curtis attempted to grab the axe as it bounced off. Making an attempt to warp it in his chains and hold onto the head of the axe.
"Now lets show you why they call me The Restrainer."
Curt said smugly. Giving the man hitting him a dead on death stare. Though the mood was soon broken as a kid jumped out from what seemed to be the shadows. It was the brat from earlier. Attempted a sneak attack on the strangers groin. Spouting out some random nonsensical banter about Curtis being a perv.
Curtis shifted his gaze from the stranger to the boy, as he retorted to the brats comments.
"I thought you were told to go back to the school. If you get killed then you will have an even harder time finding friends. So piss of would ya? This is my fight! And you haven't even seen me fight yet. There is a reason i have that name, and a reason i am know."
Curt's bloodlust and thrill was started to be broken as he was now directing his attention to his annoyance with this little brat.
The sadistic part of the Restrainer really started to show now. His calm and collected persona started to drop as his true self crawled out. Curtis's body was no longer relaxed and straight. He was standing with his arms out ready to attack, his back hunched and his eyes wide open. His mouth grinning ear to ear with a smirk that showed his intentions.
"How is that for a dead on charge?"
Curt taunted back at the man. He tighten his grip on his chains around his fists. His body was not tense and not moving.
"Dread-Knot!"
Curtis exclaimed as most of his body started to shift under his clothing. His now lighter version of his armor was taking full form. Curt leaned over more as his body became heavier. Under his clothing you could almost see a shuffling as the chains wrapped around him. This was Curtis's signature defense. He was almost like a walking tank.
Curt watched as the Axe Man toke a swing at him. This time it was a bit faster than last. Hard to track, though he saw that it was aimed for his neck. Curt's body reacted to the attack as fast as it could. Being decapitated was not on the list of things to do today. Curt moved himself in whatever way he could in order to dodge the blow. Though in reaction his body just straighten his hunched over body out, making it so the axe hit him in the chain covered shoulder, Curt let out a small wince at the blow. Though he did not budge. The axe had a heavy blow, though Curtis's sheer weight from his chains acted as an anchor to the ground. The axe made very very small marks on the chains. Curtis could feel it, the feeling of pain filled his body as it felt like he just got a bad paper cut. The axe bounced off of him a bit as the Axe came in for another swing, this time at the hips. The same thing happened but this time Curtis attempted to grab the axe as it bounced off. Making an attempt to warp it in his chains and hold onto the head of the axe.
"Now lets show you why they call me The Restrainer."
Curt said smugly. Giving the man hitting him a dead on death stare. Though the mood was soon broken as a kid jumped out from what seemed to be the shadows. It was the brat from earlier. Attempted a sneak attack on the strangers groin. Spouting out some random nonsensical banter about Curtis being a perv.
Curtis shifted his gaze from the stranger to the boy, as he retorted to the brats comments.
"I thought you were told to go back to the school. If you get killed then you will have an even harder time finding friends. So piss of would ya? This is my fight! And you haven't even seen me fight yet. There is a reason i have that name, and a reason i am know."
Curt's bloodlust and thrill was started to be broken as he was now directing his attention to his annoyance with this little brat.
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