Destroy

[Olympos]

Potential Plot Purposes for Staffies. =D?!

Indestructible

It'd been quite awhile since Angeles had been at school, not to mention any civilized domain that'd been otherwise 'pure.' Flashes struck the mind as pulsating images took over. He couldn't remember anything but a name, Angeles King. That was last he could recall from his past afflictions. Towering over the garden patch before him the monster took ominous steps into the depths of the courtyard, his pale green eyes lingering over bodies not forming attachments to them nor did he recognize a single soul but for the sake of their worth.

"Woah there big guy, dont'cha need some clothes on? Can't go about like that."

Angeles wouldn't react to the words, his lips sealed and the throbbing pain in his throat only maintained the affirmative decision to keep this interaction a speechless one. With the low declination of his head the giant would acknowledge the boy. The gawking stares of a few neighboring folk, though he didn't understand what this was to be naked, no shame or embarrassment of the scenario only a blank stare in reply.

"K'mon, we'll get you decked out with something.."

The philanthropist said taking off his sweater politely to wrap around Angel's genitalia for the sake of both pity and covering his shame. The contours of the large man's face unchanging, no thanks or even the recognition of an occurrence. Then the subtle tugging of his hand came, the boy pulling at Angel's large forearm in an attempt to prod him in the direction of the gym.

"If there's clothes anywhere we'll be sure to find you at the very least a rental pair here, though may have some trouble with your size."

Normally a grunt would've been replied but Angel merely went en-tow, his lumbering facade threatening albeit a bit of a gentle sort for the time being. Though moments later concealed behind a spare PE uniform the look was rather less of which. Barely fitting and leaving the giant uncomfortable and fumbling for his own sense of release from this prison Angel would grunt for some reason for escape.

"Mer... Mur..Murder." His eyes glowering down at the philanthropist with little pity as large palms pawed at the uniform stretching and tearing it until the rental became a permanent addition to Angeles' collection. The straps shredded from a taut embrace, while the remaining large pieces dangled about his neck and arms.

"Now thats no way to say thank you!" A defiant boy replied in return.

Met with the glowering eyes Angeles would thrust an open palm into the boy's chest pressing him through the next wall regrettably destroying the wall itself. "De...dee..deestroooy."

[Gilgamesh Magnius]

"Mer... Mur...Murder."

Wait.. What does that have to do with anything?

Gilgamesh was sitting in the building with a bottle of water and he sighed as he saw a kid fly threw the door.

Wait..

Gilgamesh looked at the guy and checked his pulse..

The kid was okay and he looked out at the big guy with gold hair.Wait.....

Gold hair..

That is going to be a problem. Gilgamesh took off his jacket and walked out at the almost naked guy. He looked at him and Gilgamesh put his hands on his own sides.

"You mind telling me what the point of that is?"

Gilgamesh was going to end up kicking the rap out of him. in many ways.,

[Olympos]

The repetitious walk, almost akin of a heartbeat. Thump, Thump, Thump. In the same unending motion and Angeles would exit the changing rooms almost to tower over the body of his first victim. But it seems as though a challenger was there to greet him. A blank stare on Angel's face as the boy made a defiant pose standing in his way with almost no balance to his stance as far as aggression went. Angeles however stood a decent foot and a half taller than the boy making him look infantile in his presence.

"You mind telling me what the point of that is?"

"Ha...Ha....ha..."

The monotonous chuckling set in place as Angeles approached closer, a palm pressed to the boys chest to shrug him out of the way and out of the picture before he'd lean down towards the body of his first victim.

If Angel was unstopped his hand would grip around the downed boys face and lift him off the ground. The force craning his neck back into a bad position that could cause spinal damage. Then with a sudden jerk Angel would crush the body back into the floor dragging it across the ground much like a bowling ball wind up before tossing him across the gym floor and through another wall.

"Ha....Ha....haha."

[Gilgamesh Magnius]

Gilgamesh was going to be pushed out of the way and Gilgamesh was getting laughed at.

Gilgamesh didn't like that.

"So, you wanna pay hardball huh?" Gilgamesh would watch him walk and would then run at the large individual and pull back for a swing to the left shoulder of the big guy and would pull his hand back and shake his hand abit.

Gilgamesh slowly backed off and looked at his hand and looked at the large fellow.

"I'm going to need a bigger gun.."

Gilgamesh looked around for something he could use for help.

[Olympos]

"So, you wanna pay hardball huh?"

The words barely recognizable as Angeles knelled to his downward position over the boys body, a hand sturdily clenching over the little man's unconscious face squeezing it, he could feel the tremor of the heartbeat against his flushing features. The crushing feeling lingering, feeling more powerful as the subtle force became all consuming.

*Thwack*

The crunch of bone against the flesh of his back meeting Gilgamesh's knuckles from the force of a punch nearly knocked the young man from his feet. The grip on the philanthropist's face faltering quickly to regain a new position just above his body to grip the floor and prevent Angel from hitting his face.

"I'm going to need a bigger gun.."

"Grr!"

The swishing snarl as Angel's face turned upright and around almost like the Exorcist to glare at Gilgamesh threateningly. With a slow and focused motion the large man would spiral about upright once again towering over the boy, the amount of force unconcentrated in his mind at how far their leagues differed, but to the man it didn't matter.

"....D..de...Destroy!"

A hand would lash out to backhand the boy outright with Angel's right hand, if successful would launch him across Angel's right side and into the metallic bleachers.

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Strength: 32
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 15