Having found that all fight clubs have been inactive for a number of months, Pumpkin Goblin made a formal meeting of all new Fight Club members, meaning just himself, in the parking lot across from a small dive bar.
Pumpkin Goblin sits down on a curb after he regains consciousness, holding his head for a long moment. Finally he rubs the back of his hand to his big grin and stands up.
The limits of the Jack O'Lantern mask give the impression that Pumpkin Goblin just stares at Warsman with a dumb, blank look, and then he topples over upon impact, dropping to the ground and clattering until he skids to a stop. There's a low groan, and Pumpkin Goblin tries to get up to his hands and knees.
"Rule number 4 is...."
this is fun!
trauma sees all of the bombs on the floor. He smirks as he jumps back but the explosions send him back further hitting a wall. Making a giant hole in the wall. Trauma gets up and dusts off his shoulders."alright then". trauma puts his hands together and then pulls them apart and thousands of mystical playing cards appear between his hands. These cards can cut through anything. Trauma aims towards Pumpkin goblin and launches hem towards him. Trauma controls these cards with his mind and makes them follow the goblin. Most of them are aimed for his head.
Goblin im magic baby!
He doesn't even move.
haha i said mystical cards. Its just my thing i guess
trauma flicks his hand as another card appears. he throws it directly towards the middle of the goblins knee. He then flicks his other hand and another card appears. he thorws it towards the middle of the other knee of the goblin.
"Pumpkin Goblin doesn't move or anything, since he's already down for the count."
hahaha i think i will break rule number 1
trauma pulls out his sword and points it toward the goblins head. he then pulls the sword back and swings and aims for the goblins head and he tries to cut it off. he then shoots with the other hands many bullets towards the goblins chest.
Unresponsive, Pumpkin Goblin lays a in puddle of his own blood, leaving Trauma and Warsman to argue over who stole whose kill.
"Unresponsive, Pumpkin Goblin lays a in puddle of his own blood, leaving Trauma and Warsman to argue over who stole whose kill.(I gotta go. Unless someone finishes Pumpkin Goblin off while he's out of it, I'll be back later and maybe we can have another go at it, Warsman.)"
(i think your already dead haha)\
trauma leaves as he laughs at the goblin