Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191227223711/@comment-24857712-20200108064345

A familiar roar sounded as the handle retracted with enough force to propel Carmine right into Lycaon's gut, sending him skidding a god 2-3 miles. As the axe retracted, it slowly disassembled and reformed to a mechanical pair of arms floating near Carmine.

"Damn, that could go well on Atlas Olympics ..." Carmine offhandedly mouthed