Talk:Hellhound/@comment-29135155-20161119061857/@comment-30014014-20161119162408

I pull a pic of highschool to see whether it really is them. It is. I was expecting some payback, but didn't think it would come so soon.

Good thing I came prepared as I sat, a small watch adjusting as I glare at the hellhound doing her thing. I wait as she ascends and descends, for the ripe opportunity. The moment she rises, I throw a little something, which flies in on the two bars connected to the main thing. She rises again, but this time, the dip bar collapses upon itself, making her arms fall on the ground at an unnatural position, earning her some serious muscle damage.

Then, my gaze turns to the jinko as the fiery dog struggles to make use of her arms. 900 pounds, eh? Would be a shame if one of the 450 pounds on either side were to suddenly be fixated on the other side. She found this bad the hard way as the thing fell on her right side, the bar slamming on her throat, cutting her air supply.

My stare shifts to the mantis doing kickboxing. Ah sand. There is a reason they use it to clean windows. Well, this volatile pressure of sand that exited from a singular hole of the bag didn't find any windows to wipe, just the skin of a green creature who got herself badly injured from cuts and jagged sharp pieces. Had she bothered to keep her mouth close,well, her throat would be still intact. That's too bad...

The fourth one, the tai-chi practitionner. They say inner focus will ward out any outside influence. Too bad hinezumi have it harder than the rest when buckets of water pour with no stop over her, brought in via mini-drones, with an extra kick in coldness for good measures. She begs for mercy, but to no aval.

Finally, the fifth one, the Oni with the barbell. 500 pounds of pure pressure. Her focus, unfazed by the coincidences that had struck her so-called friends. She is determined to finish her workout session, no matter the cost. Well, as much as she can take when she slips on the water poured down on her other friend, causing her legs to bend sideways. Perfect lenght to catch head-on the barbell she had been carrying. Her screams of pain brings me joy.

I stare, watching among the other workers as the five suffer in the spotlight, a sinister smile on my face.