Razor

A giant of a man clad in a metallic suit of plate armor. From that armor protrudes all manner of sharp ends and points, eluding to how troublesome attacks made against him must be. Those jagged edges also portray his manner of combat, using his body where most would utilize a weapon. The endless bog seems rather uninviting to say the least, as stagnant pools glint vaguely under undercast skies. The woods themselves provide little solace, and the stagnant stench was unpleasant and abrasive to the senses. "THIS SMELLS LIKE BUTTCHEEKS. THE RAZOR IS DISCOURAGED FROM PROCEEDING." The man booms imme

Battle Healing +4 HP There was still a small little speck in the distance still standing on the boulder. Realizing that that was the ring master, the one that was sending all those maniacs to attack him. He would give a glaring smile, pull up his pants and start walking toward him. "YOU, YOU MUST DIE” was all he said. Sitting at the bar stool at the counter with a pounding of both fists on the table this time. “THE RAZOR IS STARVING AND MUST HAVE THE EGGS IN A CUP AGAIN. GIVE THE RAZOR EGG CUP” The thought of pulling all the limbs off, then the head, then smashing the body of the tin

Battle Healing +4 HP The dust storm would begin to settle but the Razor would not. They all had to die, every last one of them. Then and only then could he get more food in his system. Almost out of breath he would stop moving and sit up. Glancing around his immediate area there was nothing there but rock chucks. He felt a little sore and his armor was a bit dented but that was to be expected. He would just have to crack the dents out with his fists later when he was not in a field of nothing. Getting to his feet, hoping that he was almost done here. His stomach would not shut up. If you

Battle Healing +4 HP Quickly laying on his back, rolling left a few times then back tracking a rolling right. “THE RAZOR DEMANDS THAT YOU ALL DIE” it sounds muffled given that there is a lot of movement going on right now. He was starving again, it feels like he has been here all day. He would eat the rocks themselves but he knew that it was not in his food group to do so. At the very least he was getting his exercise for the day. He was already sweating up a storm and he could only imagine how he must smell to others that he might stroll by to get to said bathing area. All these things h

Battle Healing +4 HP The more he killed, the more they would spawn or show up out of seemingly nowhere. It was an endless battle of stupid. More so because the dust storm actually became a storm because of all the spinning dirt around. The simple reason why Razor had not stopped yet was because he could not see a damn thing in all these makeshift clouds that he made. Getting a cramp in his hip from being in a circle for so long, he would collapse into a tumbling mess taking a few out with him. Laying on his back now looking up and seeing nothing but brown above him, he could feel tiny vib

Battle Healing +4 HP When he got close enough the tiny shiny golem raised its small round rock hand and yelled something in a weird language that he could not understand. It was then that he felt the ground begin to shake under his feet as what looked like a dust storm was heading straight for him. Pointing his pointer finger out toward the stampede, “BRING IT ON TINY LIFE LIKE ROCKS, THE RAZOR WILL CRUSH YOU” saying as he would pull his pants slightly up, readjust the armor pieces connecting to his shoulders, takes a deep breath and started running right to them as fast as he could just

Battle Healing +4 HP One by one they bust into nothing. Small glowing shards were falling slowly in front of him. It was pretty in its own way. At one point he would even try to catch them with the attempt failing miserably. When they were all down and gone he would look around for more. It was then that he realized that this tree was the last standing up right. All the others were broken at their base. “DID THE RAZOR DO THIS?” His eyes follow each tree through his helmet that was dead or slightly slanted by his rolling expedition. Shrugging his shoulder as he would continue trying to fin

Battle Healing +4 HP Holding a hand to the tree trying to keep his balance as he glanced around in the area to find more. Getting pelted in the head once more, he would look up at several that managed to get onto the tree branches. They were jumping up and down, there were about 20 of them that he could count. Glancing to the ground to see what they were throwing at him, it was tree bark. How the tiny golems managed to strip the tree’s naked with nothing more than rock fist as hands was beyond him. “THE RAZOR DEMAND YOU TO COME DOWN AT ONCE” saying in an angry voice the echoes into the no

Battle Healing +4 HP Making his way to the trees, he sets his vision on a smaller boulder. Taking a seat, it would almost instantly crumble with the pressure of his weight causing him to fall ass first to the ground. He would hear what sounded like a screeching sound then feel a pop underneath his butt. “THE RAZOR HAS FOUND YOU, COME OUT AND PLAY WITH THE RAZOR” he would say in such a loud voice that some of them would scatter in different directions to get away from him. Smashing his hands against the ones that he could see without turning in any specific direction. He would then roll ba

Battle Healing +4 HP One would climb up his leg, he would kick up to fling the mini golem in the air before smashing it with his fist, like a baseball bat against a ball, causing it to shatter into nothing. Another would crawl up his back, he would fall straight back onto the ground and roll backwards up using the momentum of his weight for help. It would crush under his armor. The other two leaped onto both shoulders but before they could stop they impaled themselves on his spikes. It was quiet for the moment. There were no others around, still wondering how that could be. There were lit

Battle Healing +4 HP He saw nothing in front of him. This made him a bit confused as to where they all went. They were just here, how could they just vanish like that. Completely confused at the fact, he suddenly gets pelted in the back of the head. “THE RAZOR DID NOT LIKE THAT VERY MUCH” calling out as his head turns to see a small group of them just standing there watching him with tiny pebbles in their hands getting ready to throw them at him. It was like a staring contest between Razor and those little beady eyes. All of a sudden they all chuck the ammunition all at once and instantly

Battle Healing +4 HP “THE RAZOR IS DONE WITH THE BEES” calling out as he gets up to his feet and leaps forward belly first. From just his weight alone the poor thing shatters into pieces underneath his frame. Razor could feel a few pop under his armor. Glancing up he was staring right at one of these rock golems. They really couldn’t be more than a few inches in length and width. His calculations could also be a bit off because anything smaller than him literally felt something equivalent to a dime. “YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF THE RAZOR’S TIME” saying as he brings a fist swiftly up, straight i

Standard Recovery +1 EN, Battle Healing +4 HP Like throwing snow balls at a rapid pace during a snowball fight, Razor was throwing little rocks with beady eyes at their friends. “THE RAZOR WILL WIN, YOU DO NOT STAND A CHANCE AGAINST THE RAZOR!” He burst out as more escaped from just over this small cliff side he was sitting in front of. They would run and launch themselves off the little incline, Razor would catch them and swiftly throw them back like a baseball player would when playing ball. Finally getting up, he was moving his shoulders to make the horns on his armor connect to the th

Standard Recovery +1 EN, Battle Healing +4 HP Eyes to the ground following the trail. They come to an end in another hole that seemed to lean nowhere. Raising his head, smacking it on a rock above him. Razor was wondering why it had gotten dark so quickly, now he knew that it was from a rock that oversaw his frame while crawling. Moving backwards just enough for his back to be revealed, Razor would feel a bunch of somethings jumping on top of him. Back pedaling faster so that he would have a view of the culprits. It was the weirdest feeling, like pop rock candy on his back. When he finall

Standard Recovery +1 EN, Battle Healing +4 HP “THE RAZOR ROCK SANDWICH” calling out as Razor belly flops on the entire group. Razor could feel each single pop of them dying. “YOUR TICKLING THE RAZOR, STOP IT” saying as he rolls around on the ground to smash what he could. Razor did not like that feeling that the tiny rocks were doing, Razor had to stop them. After a while Razor would stop rolling and look back to what Razor had destroyed so far. There was nothing there, was the Razor imagining that they were there and flopped onto nothing? Right in front of his face there were tiny round