Throughout the years, DM has realized that his 'need for a drink' was his weakest point. He has had more than his fair share of close calls of defeat because of this weakness. But, through years of experience, and his use of metal and glass, he has developed some techniques for dealing with this weakness.
As the bottle started flying into the air, DM quickly used a full front kick to Merihem to give them some distance between them. He then quickly used one hand to open his stomach and pull out the full bottle of dark red drink he had been using and put it in his mouth, using his teeth to hold the bottle down. He grabbed the oncoming bottle with his now free hand and quickly loaded it into his stomach. Then he lifted his head and for a few moments 'felt' the liquid go down his sensors and start turning his power wheel...
But Merihem had charged back and thrust one of his spears into DM's bone jaw, causing the bottle top to break in his mouth.
However, the spear broke off on his jaw (which was made with his original bone, but filled with metal and covered in a hard rubberized white plaster with his teeth being the same) and while he grabbed the falling broken bottle in one hand, DM swung the sledge axe into the side of Merihem's body and sent him flying to the side and into DM's work bench. Merihem tried to pick itself from the bench, while DM looked at his bottle.
A broken bottle.
A broken bottle caused by that thing.
A broken bottle caused by that thing that spilled some of his drink.
"In my house."
In DM's mind, rage is a feeling of intense or growing emotion related to one's psychological interpretation of being offended, wronged, or denied with a tendency to react with retaliation. It is usually a worthless emotion that ends up being more trouble than useful.
But as DM downed the last of the liquid and spat out the broken glass from his mouth, he only saw red.
DM charged forward with both hands on his axe, while Merihem charged again with another spear. And just before Merihem could thrust into DM once more, DM used his newly gained charge to let his limit break and swung his axe fast enough to pierce the side of it's armor. At first, the creature soldier didn't have much of a reaction, but it couldn't move as well as before. It tried to thrust again, but DM dodged again and hit it heavily with the axe again on the other side. The crack, this time, didn't produce any blood, but this black ooze that started to pour out from it's armor. Then DM hit it again. And again.
And again.
After awhile, even though there was no blood, the armor had so many crack, dents, and ooze that it could barely stand or move anymore. All but one spear was left unbroken. Even though the threat felt gone, it's eyes were still looking at DM.
DM didn't care. As he knew this thing need to be destroyed.
The girl spoke up. "Um... I think you won."
DM looked at the girl, with a worried look on her face. She probably is frightened of me like all others now, he thought. "He broke into my house and started a fight. This is how it must end."
"Wait, don't!" she yelled.
DM raised his axe above his head.
And then DM was kicked in the face by a metal boot.
To be continued in Part 8~
Enter new challenger! Still going!
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