Thugmar, thug/assassin/thief for hire, was on a roll through the Fighting League staged by

After having blended in with the crowd and filled the application form to join, Thugmar had made various chip-chopped meatbased products out of most of his opponents.

No one suspected that the killing machine actually was working undercover at his client's demand, his main target being the champion Angelcrusher himself.

And with his deadly appendages in the shapes of an enormous claw and a stone hammer, this force of nature seemed unstoppable...

At least, that was before Virtus entered the ring.

The fight was over before the ringing of the bell had even faded out throughout the halls, and now the once so mighty Thugmar was lying spread out on the floor, barely conscious.

As the blood seeped out from Thugmar's now slightly less toothed mouth, the only speedster of the competition (If I'm not mistaken XD) put a foot on the killer's back to show his apparent dislike of Thugmar's murderous tendencies.

With a fiery glare in his eyes, the masked avenger spoke:

"Unless you want me to rip off that claw and sell it to some rich gourmand to serve with butter at suppertime, and turning this thing into pebbles, I suggest that you stay down until the medics arrive..."

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Perhaps all I needed was to rekindle my inspiration... X3

Hope you don't mind the way I portrayed Thugmar, pal! ^_^

Virtus (c)

Thugmar