| “ | Oh, he's here, aren't you Harry? You livin' inside Tom?
— Axel Palmer
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| “ | Be Mine 4 Ever.
— Harry Warden's infamous message
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Axel Palmer, also known as The Miner and Harry Warden, is the main antagonist of the film My Bloody Valentine. He isCanadian serial killer, and miner operating in the town of Valentine Bluffs and son of one of the victims murdered by the real Harry Warden.
Axel's father was a supervisor of the Hanniger Mining Company who forgot to check the mine’s methane gas levels because he chose to attend Valentine Bluffs’ annual Valentine’s Day dance. There was an explosion as a result, which trapped several miners and leaving Harry Warden as the only survivor. Driven insane by the event, Warden murdered Axel’s father in front of him and swore to kill again should there be another Valentine’s Day dance. Though Warden was locked up in an asylum and the town decided to no longer hold the dance, Axel was traumatized by the experience.
Years later, Axel had grown up to become a miner himself and the Valentine Bluffs decided to hold the Valentine’s Day dance once more. Inspired by Warden’s actions, Axel became a killer himself and began to prey on the town’s residents. He was eventually discovered and ran into the mines, yelling that he would kill the entire town.
Battle vs. Rena Ryūgū (by Pygmy Hippo 2)[]
Hinamizawa Village, Japan
Night of the Cotton Drifting
11:00 PM
While most of the village was at the festival, two people stayed at home and made a phone call with each other. The tone of the conversation was obviously friendly at first but devolved into the descriptions of the murders of several people, Keiichi Maebara, Mion Sonozaki, and Sarah Mercer. The two villagers were bot murdered with a pickaxe, the girl stabbed in the chest and the boy in the head before their hearts were cut out and placed in chocolate boxes.
The visitor was found with a broken arm and her head smashed in with a blunt object before her body was cut up and left in her temporary home's fridge. They both agreed to meet at a currently unoccupied part of the village and it would soon be clear why as two figures with murderous intent walked up to the site. The girl in white clothes and a chef hat flipped her Zippo lighter off and pulled out her nata with her hacksaw in a temporary sheath on her back.
The man wore all black with a mining helmet and blinding light, gripping his pickaxe tightly with both hands while his nailgun and bowie knife stayed at his hips. "I was almost worried you were going to keep trying to pass your lies off on me." Rena Ryugu spoke with a bitter tone despite her deranged smile as Harry Warden marched towards her at a steady pace. "But at least you're an enemy who admits his true nature, now let me help "reunite" you with your love." The cleaver girl laughed maniacally as she rushed towards the murderous miner who barely blocked the nata's swing with his pickaxe's head.
Harry freed one hand and swung his fist at Rena's head but she easily dodged and once more, put him on the defensive as he blocked swing after swing of the blade before getting another opening. The murderous miner's arm collided with the cleaver girl's stomach and knocked her on her side onto the ground as he raised his pickaxe and brought it down on the dirt path. Ryugu had rolled out of the way and slammed her nata's blunt end onto Warden's back who took the blow and ripped his weapon out of the ground before going for another blow.
Rena dodged again but this time used the opening caused by her foe staggering forwards from the force and brought her weapon's blade down on the handle, the wood was cut through like butter by steel. The cleaver girl attempted to hack into the murderous miner's face next but he managed to hold the nata back with what little remained of his pickaxe, the two head points and a stick. Warden reached for his waist and Ryugu didn't notice in the struggle before a nailgun was pressed up to her shoulder and the trigger was pulled.
Shunk!
Harry watched her fall back, screaming in pain with a nail in her bleeding arm, before dropping the improvised tool and going in for the kill with his signature weapon which found itself stuck on its counterpart. The cleaver girl yanked the pickaxe out of the murderous miner's hands with her nata before winding him with a punch to the gut and yanking his mask off. In her haste to get a death blow, Warden had gripped her good arm before she could get that fatal swing and squeezed the wrist until she was forced to let go of the blade.
Both had lost their signature weapons but Rena noticed that Harry, no, Axel Palmer, had taken out his bowie knife with a sadistic look in his eyes that told her that her death would not be quick. The murderous miner had given her enough time to pull out her hacksaw and kept the blade from stabbing her with her body cutting tool, luckily, the cleaver girl appeared to be matching her foe's strength. Ryugu kicked him in the shin, making him wobble unsteadily from the force, before Warden attempted to disembowl her, once more, her speed narrowly saved her life.
Both weren't used to these blades but Harry kept her blocking until he got the opportunity to tackle her to the ground and was going to drive the bowie knife into her heart before Rena's hacksaw sliced into his chest. The cleaver girl started cutting deeper and applied more pressure as the murderous Axel actually yelled in pain for once as he was being carved open. Warden finally knocked the blade out of her hands and away from him but before he could use the knife on Ryugu, she retrieved her nata an slashed the side of his head and knocked him off her.
Rena got up to see if her foe was still alive and noticed that the helmet had only made her cut a shallow one, something that morbidly amused her, before Harry lunged at her legs on his knees. The murderous miner missed and landed on his wounded chest which stung from contact with the dirt and the cleaver girl stomped hard onto his hand and grinded it into the path with her boot. Ryugu merrily walked over to a nearby house as Warden got up filled with rage and found his pickaxe again which he threw in a vain attempt to hit her which merely landed in the sliding door.
Harry painfully got back to his feet to retrieve his signature weapon and kill this victim who was mocking him with every action and scanned the living room for any sign of Rena which there wasn't. The cleaver girl's shadow was visible through the bedroom door and Axel the slasher carefully approaced the entrance before yanking it open and bringing his pickaxe down with full force. "You're going to be a really bloody Valentine's gift!" Warden got his weapon stuck in an alarm clock and dresser as Ryugu lazily dodged and stepped out of the room as he struggled furiously to free it until he noticed a gasoline can and fluid on the floor.
And she tossed a Zippo lighter behind her.
Rena barely got away with that and managed to avoid getting lit on fire but the explosion knocked her face-first in the dirt as Harry came stumbling out in complete agony with the flames roasting his already wounded flesh. The murderous miner rolled around in a panic and finally put the flames out before the cleaver girl's nata slammed onto his hand and hacked it off. Warden was just an extremely terrified Axel at this point with a clearly deranged Ryugu pulling his helmet off as she knneled over his torso with a smile as sharp as her raised blade.
"You know, I do feel bad for killing her but I needed to see if you could actually feel the pain you caused Rena, Rika,...and Satoko. You're a bad person, Axel, not only do you only care about killing people under the guise of your local legend to keep your girlfriend to yourself but then you won't even acknowledge it. How pathetic to see you squirming and begging for your life, there's got to be something wrong with your head like miss Takano's notebook showed Hinamizawa's problems...SO I'LL OPEN IT AND FIND OUT!"
Axel Palmer screamed in horror right as maniacal laughter and Rena swinging the nata onto his forehead filled the last moments of his life, causing crimson fluids to flow onto the dirt path. The cleaver girl kept on hacking away at his head as she and her weapon got increasingly more bloodstained until she could not only see both halves of his head but the ground underneath. Finally satisfied with her atonement for her friend's deaths, she lay on her back and relaxed for a moment as her injuries ached before the Okinomiya police cars pulled up to a horrorshow...
Winner:Rena Ryugu
Expert's Opinion[]
Rena Ryugu is victorious in this battle of killers influenced by local beliefs due to a better primary and secondary weapon along with being more experienced and smarter in tactics. Harry Warden's only advantages were a better special weapon and slightly better physicality although strength was still close and he was definitely slower.
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Battle vs. Leatherface (by Jackythejack)[]
It was a misty day at the camp, with a fog rolling across the lake and spreading across the campsite like some growing darkness, as if it was a living being. No one had been to the camp in a long time. Not since the murders, at least. No one would bother to check on the camp, or even explore it. They wouldn't find the flags they had used to mark the dead bodies, nor would they find the shrine dedicated to a decomposing, long dead head. After all, there was no reason for them to come to this camp, right?
Which made it all the more confusing that Harry found himself there, and the miner himself didn't even know how he got there. All he knew was that he woke up in one of the cabins wearing the miner outfit, with his pickaxe and several other weapons nearby. He had woken up to see a post-it note next to his pickaxe. On the note was the words KILL HIM!! written in red ink. Harry didn't pay much attention to it at the time, crumbling it up and tossing it away.
Though, only a few minutes later, when he was exploring the buildings of this camp, his mind couldn't help but to wander. Specifically, it was focusing on that note that he had received. Why was he being tasked with killing someone? Who was he supposed to kill? How did he end up here? Should he be worried?
His paranoia fueled his thoughts, but those thoughts were quickly interrupted when he heard loud footsteps echoing out through the camp, and those footsteps were getting louder. They were heading right towards him, from behind. Harry turned around just in time to see a man with a disgusting looking skin mask on his face chage at him from within the fog, wielding a cleaver.
The man screamed as he approached Harry and swiped in his direction. Harry stumbled backwards, just barely avoiding the attack in exchange for his balance. He fell backwards, landing on his back and dropping his pickaxe in the process. The masked man quickly slashed towards the ground with his cleaver, but Harry was able to move out of the way and pull out his knife. He took heavy breaths. What the fuck was going on here?
He was swung at once again, but Harry avoided it once more and swiped at the man's exposed arm. though he knew that he made contact and cut the skin, the man didn't even flinch. He just cried out once again and actually punched Harry in the face this time. Not expecting the blow, Harry stumbled back, opening himiself up to an attack from the cleaver. The man swung once more, and it hit Harry right in the stomach.
Harry cried out in pain as his body tensed up. He gripped his knife tightly and stabbed it into the bigger man's arm, causing him to let go of his cleaver and take a step back, screaming in pain as he moved to forcefully yank the knife out. Harry soon realized that he wasn't going to get that knife back anytime soon. Shit...that was a terrible idea.
The miner pulled the cleaver out of his stomach and felt the warm blood travel down his torso. He ended up tossing the cleaver at the beheamoth of a man. This distracted the skin-face long enough for him to get his pickaxe back and run off into the fog, with the man screaming after him as he moved to retrieve his cleaver, dropping the knife on the ground.
...
Leatherface was unable to chase after the man. Try as he might, shortly after the man ran into the fog, Leatherface lost all signs of him. This fog was making it uncomfortable to see, and considering the cannibal's already limited mental capacity, he couldn't find it in him to actually chase someone down, especially in new territory. He'd have to understand how the camp worked before he could even hope to chase someone.
Leatherface instead chose to move across the camp, effectively staking it out as he tried to find the man wearing the mask. He didn't know who the man was, but frankly he didn't care. If anything, he was scared, and this man posed as a very clear threat, and he wanted to make sure that the threat was going to disappear.
The cannibal continued to travel from cabin to cabin, kicking down doors and looking around the rooms. He'd find a couple of things that didn't really interest him, like old knives and blankets and rope, and one time he even found what looked to be a decomposing corpse, though he paid it no mind. He only had his cleaver, at the moment. He wanted something better, if he could find it.
It wasn't long until Bubba happened to find the toolshed for the camp. Despite the area around the shed looking completely decrepit and abandoned, what he found in the toolshed looked as good as new. There, on one of the workbenches, was a chainsaw, and nearby was a sledgehammer. Bubba moved with surprising speed as he ran to the chainsaw and picked it up, as well as picking up the sledgehammer. Now much more armed and a lot more comfortable, Leatherface moved out of the toolshed and went to go kill the threat so that he wouldn't be nearly as scared as before.
This time, Leatherface didn't show nearly as much fear. He had something much more comfortable, that was going to make a hell of a lot of noise that would scare just about anyone around him. He stomped through the grounds of the camp, though still not knowing the layout to heart, of course. His eyes were peeled for anything that looked like it wanted to kill him. Eventually, though, he stopped and stared at the outter walls of one of the cabins. After a few moments of silent staring, he heard what sounded like the floor creaking. Perhaps he was behind that wall...?
...
Harry was, in fact, behind that wall, but he was trying to be as silent as possible. When he heard the floorboards creak, he stopped moving completely and tried to even out his weight. His plan was to weight until the big lug of a man would enter the cabin, where he could eliminate him with his nailgun, but whether or not that was going to work was beyond his knowledge. Just from that one encounter with him, which he was lucky to have even survived, he could tell that monster was going to be tough to take down.
Though, Harry was a firm believer of the element of surprise. It helped him out before, so it could help him out again. With a deep breath, Harry turned his entire body to face the door to the cabin, which was currently closed and blocking out anyone's view if they wanted to look into the cabin. With the windows all blocked up, this was the perfect hiding place. Now he just needed his nail gun.
The nail gun didn't really fit anywhere on his person, so he had to stuff it in his pocket and hoped that it didn't fall out. By some miracle, it hadn't fallen out yet, and he grabbed the nail gun and took it out of his pocket. Though, just as he was preparing it and getting ready to use it, there was a loud, ear shattering noise.
BRRRRRRRR!
The noise, which sounded like an engine starting up, surprised Harry and caused him to drop his nail gun. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter. Surely anyone nearby would've been able to hear that. Harry starting muttering expletives as he bent over to pick up the nail gun.
This was just as there was a loud CRASH!
A quick look up revealed that Leatherface, instead of just taking the door like a normal person would, blasted through the old and weakening walls of the cabin. They gave way easily under the charging man's weight after years of neglect, and Bubba roared as he waved his chainsaw around the moment he got into the room.
Harry was silently panicking as he decided to ignore the nail gun and instead run over to his pickaxe, which was leaning against the wall. He held it in two hand and waited for the man to come at him, which Bubba did. He ran right towards Harry, chainsaw roaring out hungrily to cut into some flesh.
Harry avoided the initial swing, if only because Leatherface was being predictable. Harry, though lacking much upper body strength, was able ot lift his pickaxe over his head and slam it down towards Bubba. It snagged on some of his close and the sharp point of the axe was able to leave a gash across Leatherface's chest, but the cannibal merely roared out in pain and pushed Harry away from him, causing him to completely let go of his pickaxe.
Harry almost lost his balance again, but was able to regain it and pull out his nail gun. He aimed it at Bubba and pulled the trigger, hoping it was close enough to be accurate with it. Thankfully, he was. It hit Bubba dead in the leg, but to Harry's dismay, the Texan didn't even react to it as he charged forward. Harry couldn't back up in time and Bubba swiped his chainsaw at Harry's arm.
Harry screamed out in pain as his arm was cut down the middle, causing it to squirt blood on the floor of the cabin. He turned around and ran away from Leatherface, grasping the spot where his hand used to be. He didn't know where he was going in the cabin, though, and quickly found himself in a dead end, with Leatherface close behind him.
Harry turned around to see the cannibal rush into the room and directly towards him. He tried his best to maneuver out of the way of Leatherface to rush out of the room, but Bubba was surprisingly agile. The Texan moved his chainsaw to the side and hit Harry in the leg, causing him to fall and tumble to the ground.
Knowing that he was going to win, Leatherface raised his chainsaw up, cried out in victory, and slammed his chainsaw down on the miner. The entire camp would be filled with the roar of a chainsaw and Harry screaming in pain, which would eventually be cut short as the deed was done, with a now dismembered body and a pool of blood on the cabin floor.
Leatherface, now sure that he was safe, raised his chainsaw up and screamed once again. He was the victor!
Expert's Opinion[]
The voters believed that, while Leatherface was clearly at a mental disadvantage, his brute force and his better arsenal took the victory over Harry. Many had also believed that his bigger experience murdering people throughout the years could give him the upper hand as well, but overall most felt that Harry was generally just incompetent at what he did.
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Battle vs. Richard Trager (by Jackythejack)[]
A man drunkenly stumbled down the streets, a bottle held tight in his hand. With every violent sway, some of the bottle's contents spilled out onto the ground. The man didn't seem to care, though, as he continued on his merry and hardly sober way. He threw his head back as he took a swig from the bottle. The rapid motion made his vision blur, and make him terribly dizzy. He retched, bringing his head back and leaning against the wall of an abandoned building.
He felt like he was going to hurl. The bitter taste in his mouth was one he associated with bile. His cheeks puffed up, and he made another retching sound. He took a few deep breaths, ans he leaned away from the wall. Steady...steady...
He couldn't hold it in. The contents of his stomach poured out onto the concrete sidewalk. He gagged and sputtered, leaning tiredly against the wall. His little accident was barely illuminated by a nearby streetlamp. it was disgusting, and that faint putrid smell wafted up towards him. Ugh, he had even gotten some on his shoes. He stumbled away from the wall.
"Having trouble with the booze, are we?" A posh sounding voice. Not British, but...fuck, might as well be. The man turned to the source of the noise, practically falling backwards. The speaker, some tall lanky man barely in the streetlight's beam, stepped forward and gently grabbed his shoulder. "Woah, hey, easy there. I'd call you a lightweight but...I think we both know you didn't just have two bottles of the stuff."
He chuckled, and the drunk man awkwardly laughed along with him. Even in his drunken stupor, he seemed cautious of the less than appealing looking man. The stranger tightened his grip on the drunk's shoulder, almost to a painful degree. "Richard Trager's the name, son. I'm a doctor, actually. Think you can allow me to take you home? For your own safety, of course."
"Bwa?" he exhaled, a look of confusion on his face. His breath smelled of alcohol and vomit; a truly rancid sensation that wafted into Trager's nose, causing him to cringe. "Uh, yeah, sure."
"Good, good. Now, just relax..." he gently loosened his grip on the man's shoulder, and the man seemed to loosen up further. Trager grabbed his head and slammed it into the wall. The man crumbled into the puddle of his own vomit like a bag of bricks. "And let the doctor do his job..."
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Happy Valentine's Day...
Happy Valentine's Day...
Happy...Valentine's...Day...
Honestly, was it even Valentine's Day? Axel couldn't remember. He felt wrong in the head, more than usual at least. He couldn't remember anything, and he felt so...so disoriented. In his head he could hear...screams. Faint, but they were definitely screaming. he was definitely holding a deadly weapon. He was definitely the cause of those screams. God, what was happening?
He stumbled down the street, feeling like a drunkard in his own right. It didn't help that he had this miner's mask on. It was restricting his breathing, but he didn't want to take it off, like he had some kind of attachment to it. As he walked, he used the giant pickax he had in his hands as support. Without it, he would have absolutely fallen over. He was slowly starting to come to his senses, but that didn't mean he knew what was happening.
Suddenly, a scream. Not a strange, faint scream in his head. It was a real, honest to god scream. It would have made a sane man's blood curdle, but it did not fall on sane ears. Axel slowly turned to the source. What little light was provided was reflecting off of the lenses of his mask. Feeling more like himself again, he moved forward. His steps were, at first, slow and sluggish, before eventually picking up pace. He shortly after broke out into a full sprint. He didn't know what was taking control of him. He just knew he had to get there.
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"Oh, keep the screaming down, will you? You're making my ears hurt." Trager rolled his eyes as he pulled his shears away. He had just cut off the man's ring finger. A slow, painful process. He screamed the whole way through. At the very least, the drunk had sobered up considerably. He seemed to be of pretty sound mind now. "On the bright side, this is a hell of a way to wake yourself up, eh?" He said with a chuckle. He gently poked at the man's cheek with his shears, causing him to whimper and shudder.
"Now, let's see that other hand, huh? Can't have them be uneven, right?" The man was tied down to a chair, and as Trager prepared to cut off his other finger, he slammed his foot down on his arm so that it wouldn't move as much. He placed the digit between the shear blades, began to press down...
There was suddenly a banging at the door of his warehouse-turned-"infirmary". The small metal door buckled just silghtly, but stayed on its hinges. It sounded like someone was trying to kick the door open. Trager let out a curse under his breath. "I'm not done with you yet."
He began his slow walk towards the warehouse door, walking past a couple piles of blood and gore, and some messy, makeshift operating tables. As he moved closer to the door, the banging and loud thuds seemed to grow louder, and more violent. It was starting to piss him off, quite frankly. He grabbed a cleaver off the nearby operating table. "Alright, alright! Quiet down, huh? You're going to wake the whole fucking neighborhood."
Just as he was only a few feet from the door, it finally bust open. Trager's warehouse wasn't filled ith much light, but the light it did have illuminated on a man dressed in full miner's gear, and wielding a heavy looking pickax. The newcomer stared at Trager through those lifeless lens. Trager was immediately put on edge, and stepped back as he brought his cleaver up, opting to drop his shears in the meantime.
"Oh, alright. Figures that one of you crazies would follow me all the way out here..." He mostly muttered that part, but Axel definitely heard it. "Well, how about this. You leave me alone, and we can act like this never-"
"H-Help!" The restrained man shouted, breaking the tension that hung in the air.
"Shut u-"
Trager didn't finish his sentence. Axel stepped forward, swinging his pickax, aiming to kill and to kill quickly.
Trager just barely moved out of the way, watching as the pickaxe embedded itself into the ground. He looked at Axel, who was struggling to pull his weapon free. He cracked his neck. "Well, so much for being civil." He stepped forward and pushed his foot against Axel's chest, causing him to let go of his pickaxe and stumble back.
Almost frantically, Axel pulled a bowie knife out of his pocket, and brandished it towards Trager. The doctor chukled softly, before waving his giant pair of scissors at the man. "You really think something like that can stand up to this?"
Axel lunged forward and slashed at Trager's extended arm. Trager pulled his arm back and took a quick step backwards. "Cheeky," he muttered before stabbing his scissors forward. Axel sidestepped it and slashed at Trager's exposed side.
Trager cried out in pain as his torso was slashed. Blood slowly leaked out of the open wound, and Axel moved to slash at his front. While he still was able to leave a nasty cut across Trager's chest, Trager more or less powered through it, and pushed Axel off balance. Trager threw a fist at Axel's face, knocking him right off his feet and onto the ground.
"Yeah, doesn't feel good, doesn it?" Standing over the miner, Trager raised his pair of scissors into the air. "This is gonna hurt a lot more!"
He slammed his weapon down into Axel's shoulder, stabbing about an inch of the blade into his skin. Axel let out a loud cry of pain, as Trager began to slowly twist the pair of blades. "Yes, that's right, scream more!" Axel swiped his knife at Trager's legs, but the doctor quickly kicked it out of his grip, and the knife skidded across the floor. "We won't be needing any of that, will we? Now, stay still. I have to get something."
Leaving his weapon inside Axel's shoulder, Trager moved towards his "operating table". On the table, there as a single cleaver, dried with blood from previous victims. His drunken victim, who had been watching the two killers struggle, was still trying desperately to get out of his seat.
"I'll get to you later," he said with a smirk, gently gliding the edge of the blade along the man's neck. He didn't press down, though, so the man wasn't cut, but he could certainly feel how cold the blade was. As he did this, however, the man was focusing on something else. Something...behind him.
Trager didn't waste time, and slammed his body backwards. He rammed backwards into a recovering Axel, who stumbled back and almost lost his footing. Trager spun around and swung his cleaver, just barely missing Axel's head. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" He asked with an annoyed tone. "I'm going to enjoy making you scream."
Axel swiped his knife forward, and also just barely avoided Trager. Neither seemed to be able to hit their target. At least, not without playing it safe. One of them had to risk their safety to land a hit. The first one to be so reckless was Trager, who powered through Axel's attempts at intimidation, and slammed his fist into his face once more. Axel stumbled back, letting out a cry of pain behind his gas mask.
"Yes, that's it! Keep screaming!" Trager punched Axel in the face once more, harder this time. Trager could just feel his nose shattering under his punch. Axel was on the ropes, and he knew it. One more powerful punch, and Axel was flat on the ground, his knife falling out of his hand. Trager grinned wickedly before kneeling down next to Axel. He grabbed Axel's arm and forced it still, while also forcing him to open his hand.
"I'm gonna enjoy this." With one quick strike, he slammed his cleaver down onto Axel's thumb, chopping right through it. Axel screamed out in pain as blood poured out of the hole in his hand. Trager let out a manic laugh as he pressed the blade against Axel's palm, slowly rocking it back and forth and forming a large gash on Axel's hand. "Get used to this. You're going to be feeling pain for the next couple of hours!"
As he laughed to himself, he heard what sounded like something...scooting against the floor. That got him out of his manic weirdness, and he glanced towards the source of the noise. It was the drunk he had gotten tied up. He began to move his chair, towards Axel's knife. "What are you-"
The drunk flicked at the knife with his foot, sending it skittering across the floor and back towards Axel. Axel and Trager glanced at each other for a moment, before they both lunged for the knife. Trager let go of Axel's hand, and Axel used this as an opportunity to push against Trager as hard as he could. Trager was knocked off balance, and almost fell over. This gave Axel just enough time to grab the knife, and stab it towards Trager.
The blade sunk into Trager's flesh, and he let out a loud, pained scream. Axel didn't give him much time to recover, and began to stab into Trager reapeatedly, hitting his torso, his arms, and even his neck. After a few more stabs, to the point where Trager was beginning to look more like swiss cheese than an actual peron, Axel finally pushed the mad doctor off of him. Trager fell to the ground limply, not even breathing.
Axel pushed himself up to his feet, his head spinning. He glanced to the drunken captive, eyes wide and full of fear. Axel could barely think straight, and could barely stand due to all the adrenaline. Despite this, he knew what he wanted to do. He moved towards the man, and slowly, deliberately, cut through his restraints.
The man, shaking as he stood up, stared into Axel's eyes for a few seconds. Whatever he saw must have scared him, because he broke out into a sprint shortly after, and left the warehouse. Once the man left, Axel stumbled to the wall, and sat down against it, looking up at the ceiling. He just needed a moment to relax, and get his head straight...
Expert's Opinion[]
While Trager was the stronger of the two, the experts believed that Axel had the better weaponry, and the better killing mindset. Trager is very obsessed with torturing and making his murders last a long time. Axel was much more likely to go for the kill, making him a far more likely victor in this confrontation.
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Battle vs. Billy Chapman (by Kirbysakurai)[]
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