[b]Crack. The sound of the axe hitting his palm echoed in the arena, a mighty tool of screeching metal and hulk of all men meeting in the center of a cowboy. He caught it. The axe could change its weight- both ways. Keeping it inside the cowboy, he reared his head back... And slammed it into the cyborg's own, letting go of his hand to put distance between the combatants, and pulling out the axe by its blade. Once the axe was out, he returned its weight to normal, though a large, but not very deep cut was in Dale's left hand where the axe hit. [/b] You're a liquid?! [b]He flipped the weapon's handle into his own hand, the blood being absorbed by the leather of the handle. [/b] Was sure as hell you weren't. [spoiler]Heck. If any of these moves seem A. Godmoddy Or B. Cannot happen because of [blank] just hit me with a heads up. [/spoiler]