2 heh heh gun go pew pew
Out of the dark forest the "Demonic Ogre" casually walked out with his hands tucked into his pants. He walked with a deep frown and as he walked indicating his displeasure at the situation or at "the man closest to rivaling the demonic ogre"
thinking of the pathetic excuse of a fighter his anger grew stronger
a manacing scowl appeared on his face and his already sinister expresion distorted and twisted into rage and aggression.
his body trembled with anger causing the ground he stood on to tremble.
his tan skin was filled with thick veins as the air seemed to twist around him like murky water.
the wind blew as his wild blood red hair fluttered behind him then.
he slowly raised his right arm and when his arm reached its peak, the wind stopped blowing and time seemed to have been stopped.
the animals in the forest seemed to feel what was about to come and all seemed to quiet down for what was about to enseu.
The raised arm suddenly clenched making for what seemed to be metal clashing against each other disturbing the silence.
the twisted air around his clenched fist magnified as the muscles around his arm flexed.
the Demonic Ogre directed his rage to the ground and swung his fist. The fist in the blink of an eye struck the ground. The wind roared and the ground shook with the force equivalent to an earthquake creating cloud of dust.
the ground trembled and all life nearby whether insect or niml seemed to feel an intinctive fear to run away.
...
a moment or so passed revealing the scene.
the force of the punch created a 25 radius crater with traces of the dirt and gravel scattered around. In reality it was but a simple punch but by the very fact that the punch is from the "Demonic Ogre" himself is enough to prove it was anything but a "simple punch"
The dust cleared up more and at the very center of it was garou hanma otherwise called the "Demonic Ogre"
"so pititfuly weak unable to have the basic mentality of a fighter, he was no fighter truly what was I expecting?"
He spoke without losing the constant scowl but what was odd was that instead of what sounded like random ramblings to himself it was as if he was talking to someone else with seemingly no one there.
and In the next moment, the ever constant scowl that seemed forever plastered to his face was replaced by an ever calming indifference as if used to his complaint's he spoke back with a mocking tone.
"Neither you nor I expected anything remotely amusing out of out of this sad carnival of a clown show so will you quiet down?"
after replying he started his way home but the figureless voice clearly wasn't done with him yet because as he took a couple steps it spoke again but this time instead of being angry the voice agreed to the statement.
"He's as weak and as a much of a clown as my fool of a son"
Intrigued yet still indifferent he replied while walking
"Son? you yourself don't even know how much children you fathered in your life"
the banter went on and on untill the demonic ogre finally got back to society
