Fuck yeah, pain-inducing knife. The only downside is I can't touch it either but there's a solution for that. I grab the middle of the chain and spin the pain-knife.

The crowd backs away from me except for one short-fat-fuck. I keep the knife in motion, not letting my guard down.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be."

"That depends, if you killed Angel already that means I'm number one. So you tell me."

This is the second strongest guy here? If that's true, and he looks like that... his ability must be strong.

"I don't suppose you'd tell me what your ability is? It would make gutting you a whole lot faster, but I understand if you don't want to."

"There won't be any need for that. It will be better to show you. 3 stay out of my way!"

"Listen tubby, I told you not to call me by my fucking prisoner name! And he's already got some of my fluid on that knife he's spinning there!"

"I noticed, I could smell your sent on anything. Don't worry, we both know that won't be enough to stop me." A deep smile formed on his face as he licked his chops, his tongue longer than it should be.

"Your disgusting tubby."

Come on fucker, the second you try something I'll get your ass! I'll open up that belly of-what the fuck was that!

I position myself as I slide across the floor, making sure the knife doesn't touch me. It felt like I was hit by a wall of air!

"5, what the fuck was that for?"

"Yeah Gale, I thought I told you to stay hidden."

"Listen to me you two, you can't let your guard down around him!"

"5, if you do that again, I'll RiP YouR HEAd OFF!" The unnatural sounding voice drew my attention back to the fat-fuck, or rather, the giant hulking fat-fuck that he had turned into. He is a least four times his original size! It's disgusting, everything ripped off except for the thong made out of what was left of his pants. Thank god his stomach hung down and covered it up for the most part but it couldn't hide his lumpy ass. "Aright, let me see what all the fuss about you is!"

"No thanks." Turning I ran into the crowd of people surrounding us, stabbing and whipping whoever was close to me. Sure enough, the mongrel charged after me.

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"Wait, stop, you'll-SMASH!"

"Please-SMASH!"

"RUN!!!-SMASH!"

The idiot chased after me despite trampling over the people. The once advantageous crowd turning into a death trap for those unable to get out of his way.

How the fuck did Angel beat this guy? He couldn't have picked that fat-fuck up!

As I dug my way through the bodies in the crowd, a burst of water slammed into my side with enough force to launch me ten feet in the air. Though I felt some ribs break on the initial impact, they were almost forgotten due to the pain from my leg snapping on my return to the ground some twenty feet away.

Lifting my head I had already pulled out a vial to swallow, but a giant, disgusting foot collided with me. I don't know how far I rolled before coming to a stop but the group seemed quite smaller due to the distance. Shaking so hard I almost dropped the second vial, I had to vomit some blood before I could swallow it.

A pain almost double that of the injuries crawled its way to the top of my nervous system as the bones reset, and the bleeding stops. "FAT-FUCK!"

I rolled to the side avoiding his second attempt at kicking me. Still on my knees, I whipped the knife at his throat, but it was stopped by his meaty forearm.

Instantly retrieving it from his arm I whipped it back at him, creating a gash in his Achilles tendon. He drops to one knee while flailing an arm out to knock me away, a very slow arm.

Avoiding it I move to his back. Jumping up I stab the knife into it and gravity does the rest. When my feet hit the ground he's got a fresh four-foot gash in his back.

Pain scorches my back as the aroma of burnt flesh surrounds me. The sensation sends my nerves into a frenzy, trying to rip their way out of my back. My hands go numb and a gust of air slams into me, sending me flying again. This time when I hit the ground my back leaves a trail of discarded flesh behind me. Involuntary tears fell down my face as I pulled out a vile accidentally swallowing it whole. "AHHHHHHhhhhhggahhh!"

If my chain hadn't been partially wrapped around my arm I would have dropped it due to the convulsions that my body executed in an attempt to cope with the unrelenting pain.

A few seconds slower than usual my body had begun to heal, skin forcibly growing on my raw back. While the fat-fuck was trying to make his way back to his feet, Gale led a small group of people over to me. One of the fucks had fire in the palm of his hand.

They couldn't see my back so I feigned immobility, which wasn't hard to do with the pain I had just endured. The small group approached cautiously. Once they were in my range I smiled, "What's wrong Gale? Cat got your tongue?"

My knife had gone through his bottom jaw and into his mouth, most likely sticking into the roof of it.

Fire coated me but I ran into it, coming out the other side face to face with the one who had just scorched me for the second time. Shaking violently despite the full amount of pain not having set in yet, I whipped my pain-knife and it stuck itself between his legs. His face of agony was fully worth the second dose of extreme torture.

Spinning my chain in a wide arch, causing the knife to rip out of the flamethrowers crotch, I bought enough time to swallow another vial, "AAAAHHHH-I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!" The rattling of my excess chain falling to the floor rung out into the silence of the group who watch the skin on my arms and chest grow back. Shoving my knife into the flamethrower's neck I could feel it hit his spine. Adjusting my grip on it, and putting a hand on his head, I ripped the knife out the side of his neck which nearly decapitated him. Pushing his head to the side his blood coated me before the body fell to the ground.