giriko

i go flyin over a field full of dead burned down trees as i waitfor giriko to show

*Giriko walks in, hands in pockets, and looks at whoever it was that called him out here*

You'd better have a good reason for this. Don't waste my time...

"waste your time...." i walk up to you and suddenly we are in the astral plane "welcome to the astral plane. it's a wonderfull place that only psychics can access and time doesn't apply to us here, so your time is something i won't be using. seeing as your new here i wanna see what you can do, and i'm feeling benevolant right now so you won't even die. so how about it? wanna have a go while your here?" i then jump back and pull out ingognito

No, not really. You're a douchebag.

*Giriko stomps up to Terror Strike looking him dead in the eye*

You're still wasting my time since I can perceive it as such in here. I can count the seconds, minutes, hours, everything in here. It just doesn't connect properly with the outside world. Funny how I know more about this place than you do. So what do you say we just part ways, eh?

*Giriko's face seems to be even more churlish than before, but that's only to be expected*

*terror smilesz a malevolent smile at giriko* "but perceptions can be deceiving. you know the old saying that time flies when your having fun? well then let's make this fight interesting and then before you know it, you will be out of here. so let's say we stop wasting your precious time by talking then."

How about no. I'd really like to be on my way... I have more important things to do than talking to some self righteous dick like you.

*Giriko's anger begins to rise, slowly, but surely. His right eye gleams softly...*

"hmmm since youre such a whiny little kid..." *i stretch out my hand and telekinetically raise you into the air and start to do my darth vader choke hold on you. however since i'm screwing around with your percptions, it seemslike it took several hoursinstead of a few seconds*

*Giriko makes a chain around his neck, spinning it as some ungodly speed, breaking free of the telekinetic grip. Then he grabs the face of Terror Strike, chains around each of his fingers*

Ugh. I asked you to lemme go. Oh well. See ya.

*The chains grind into Terror Strike's face, slashing his face and brains away from Giriko into a pile of blood and body scraps a couple feet away. With Terror Strike dead, Giriko exits the Astral Plane and walks away into the sunset*

Called me a kid. I'm a grown ass man. Bitch.

*Giriko exits the area, gone*