originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Aw! No arm ripping and stomach impalement?!"
Bedlam teleported himself straight to Dale's side, smiling down at the man in a friendly manner. He stretched out a hand to him.
"Come on, I'm not striking a man that's laying down. Honestly, I didn't even join this thing to win....Somewhere along the way I must've lost myself and got too competitive."
He chuckled weakly, his eyes turning a bright blue rather than his old red.
"I don't regret entering though, the experience has been rather educational. Also, I wouldn't have met such interesting people...even if they were trying to kill me."
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With a groan, Dale took Bedlam's hand to raise himself up, the axe falling to the ground. Letting go, he spread his arms out. "I'm getting older by the second, here pal."
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"Yeah yeah..." Bedlam sighed, forming the Infinity Sword in his hands. In a few fluid motions, he slashed through Dale's neck and then turned around, stabbing the sword backwards into the man's chest before pulling it out with a twirl. "I wonder how Grant would've reacted to me winning..."
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[spoiler]We have a winner!!![/spoiler]