HATE..! HATE..! HATE..! HATE! HATE! HATE-HATE-HATE-HATEHATEHATEHATEHAAAATE!!!
Time for school... a lesson in the school of life, eh?
Well a hush fell over the pool room, Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody was the soles of the big man's feet
He'd been cut in 'bout a hundred places and he was shot in a couple more
And you'd better believe they sung a different kind of story when Big Jim hit the floor!
— Jim Croce, "You Don't Mess Around With Jim"
Ah yes, I was wondering what would break first: your spirit, or your body!
You know, normally I hate to kick a guy when he's down on his luck, but... with you, I don't give a damn. You killed my friends and countless innocent bystanders, so don't expect any mercy.
: Please, mercy, I beg you! I've already given you back Kakyoin's soul, haven't I? It's like they say, no harm, no foul! We're good... right? Right? Right? Jotaro
: You want to know whether I'll forgive you, why don't you just do what you do best and read my mind? No! No! No! No! No!
[...] Answer this. Will I hit you with my right fist or decide to deck you with my left? I'd love to know. D'Arby
: Well, since you're asking, you'll use... your right one? Jotaro
: No! No! No! No! No! D'Arby
: Then... your left? Jotaro
: No! No! No! No! No! D'Arby
: You're... not going to use both
, are you? Jotaro
: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! D'Arby
: Are you going to do the "ORA ORA" thing?! Joseph
: YES! YES! YES! Oh my God....
[Cue the beatdown]
: That's right. I kept talking because I wanted to buy some time. The time I needed to make the bullet that went through your head earlier evolve and return to your wound. The piece that remained in your head lured the bullet and returned to become a stag beetle. When I aimed for the propellers, I imbued it with Gold Experience's life force, so that I could finish you for good. Whether you were dead or alive. Cioccolata
: (unintelligible) B-But you said... th-that if I stayed still... y-you wouldn't do anything. Giorno
: Know your place. You think such a sweet deal exists...for a human being like you? Cioccolata
: Y... You sick bastard! Giorno/Gold Experience
: MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! WRYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA— Cioccolata
: S-stop it! Giorno/Gold Experience
Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator:
...I felt like destroying something beautiful.
There's no escape this
's Birthday Blowout! How about Bugs Bunny's Birthday BEATING?!
(after Shooter takes the gold jacket
) Hey, I believe that's Mr. Gilmore's! (slow-mo
) Raaahrrr! I will get you Shooter! (amidst beatings
) Stay still! Shooter McGavin: NOOOOO!
Then all hell broke loose. It wasn't a trial. It wasn't even a lynching. It wasn't human.
— The Gibbon, Marvel Apes
(trying to get up from the ground
) Bastard... Usopp:
AH! Usopp Hammer!
Usopp Hammer! Usopp Hammer! Usopp Hammer! Usopp Rubberband!
Usopp Hammer! Usopp Hammer! Usopp Hammer! Usopp Hammer! Usopp Hammer! Usopp Hammer! USOPP HAMMER!
Hey, you know what really gets under my skin? Proverbially, of course?
A century of wizards looking down their damn noses at me. Energy Drain! I know people think I'm stupid.
Because I'm not a wizard
. Because I get bored easily. Because I have no interest in strategy or tactics or contingency planning. Energy Drain!
But see, I've learned a lot over the years since I died. A lot more than I learned during my life. And now I see that planning doesn't matter. Strategy doesn't matter. Only two things matter: Force in as great a concentration as you can manage, and style. And in a pinch, style can slide. Energy Drain!
In any battle, there's always a level of force against which no tactics can succeed. For example, all I need to do is keep smacking you with Energy Drains, and soon you won't be able to cast any of your fancy spells at all. Energy Drain!
Because yes, I am a sorcerer
- and this magic is in my bones, not cribbed off of "Magic for Dummies." And I can keep casting the same friggin' spell at you until you roll over and die.
You can have your finely-crafted watch - give me the sledgehammer to the face any day. ENERGY DRAIN!
Then I find [the Engineer], hiding by teleporter. I take his gun away from him. He tries to hit me with wrench So I take wrench away from him. I take his wrench and shove it down his throat, all the way down to the handle. Then I rip off all his fingers, one by one! Let's see you build toys NOW! (laughs
) There is blood everywhere! And he is crying! (laughs
) I think he cries out for mother, but... the wrench is stuck in his throat! And it sounds like (imitates a choking noise
). Is this not the funniest thing?
Looks like it's time for a sustained and brutal beating.
If one of you try and violate me
You'll get a punch in your face with my front-door key
Punch in the neck with my back-door key
Box in the mouth with my X6 key
Box in the eye with the fob I use to log into my HSBC
Talk about banks, kill 'em with P's
Run up in yo girl's house with two of my G's
Get the money out, put the money in his mouth
Then suffocate man with about two G's
Suffocate man with about four G's
Suffocate man, then I might just breeze
I'll bury man two-foot shallow
Ain't got time to dig six feet deep
—Jme, "Man Don't Care"
Ladies will tell you that fighting was only invented because men needed a way to measure their dongs when they were away from a ruler. But this fighting article is about something you can appreciate, girls: revenge. Sometimes combat is simply used as a way to tell your enemy that you thought about what they did and fuck them.
"I've taken a beating before, but never anything like this. Never like this. The sounds go wet. Maybe he keeps hitting me, I don't know. I'm gone. Gone to that place where there's no pain or thought. I wake up in mid air. The pavement rushes up to give me a big sloppy kiss."
Your orders are simple: I punch, you suffer. Got it?
And with that, she cracked a blow to Kara's
face that broke her nose.
The static-shriek of pain in the telepathic plug was a sonata to Satan Girl. Smiling for the first time in minutes, she followed with another wallop, and another, and another. Four unanswered blows. Kara tried to resist, but her defense was fading.
Satan Girl pounded her. Over and over again.
Satan Girl hesitated. She had been laying into Supergirl like a butcher on a steer. But she had been so busy in her fantasy that she had taken no notice of what she had really done.
Supergirl was not moving.
Satan Girl smashed her a few more times, just to make sure. Then she listened for a heartbeat.
"What's happening? Been away? Yeah! TEN FUCKING YEARS!" "I'm going to start beating you now. I don't know when I'll stop." "I'm gonna break your arms. I'm gonna break your legs. I'm gonna break your neck. What you hear is excitement." With that first blow on the elbow the nightmare had started... How many times he had been beaten, how long the beatings have continued, he could not remember. Always there were five or six men in black uniforms at him simultaneously. Sometimes it was fists, sometimes it was truncheons, sometimes it was steel rods, sometimes it was boots. There were times when he rolled around the floor, as shameless as an animal, writhing his body this way and that in an endless, hopeless effort to dodge the kicks, and simply inviting more and yet more kicks, in his ribs, in his belly, on his elbows, on his shins, in his groin, in his testicles, on the bone at the base of his spine. There were times when it went on and on until the cruel, wicked, unforgivable thing seemed to him not that the guards continued to beat him but that he could not force himself to lose consciousness... Sometimes he was beaten until he could hardly stand, then flung like a sack of potatoes onto the stone floor of a cell, left to recuperate for a few hours, and then taken out and beaten again. In all my years of being a ninja, I've come close to death only twice. The first time, I broke one leg, both arms, and ruptured a handful of internal organs, that was when I was caught doing....'research'. Tsunade beat me like a drum. "I want him more than dead, I'll split his fricking head open!" Kazuya Ryuuzaki
(Punch!) (Punch!) Bright Noa
: E-enough, Ryuuzaki! Kazuya Ryuuzaki
: I've had it with you, you warmonger piece of garbage!! (Punch!) (Punch!) (Punch!) (Punch!) (Punch!) Trowa Barton
: He's hitting all of his vital points with incredible precision. Protagonist (in this case, Axel Almer)
: Ouch... It just hurts looking at it. Duo Maxwelll
: Uhhh, shouldn't we stop him? Miwa Sakimori
: Guuuuhh... Bleeeuurgh... Kazuya Ryuuzaki
: MIWAAAAAA!!!! Kyoshiro Yuzuki
: Cut it out, Kazuya, you're killing him!