Private Finished Watch a Hater Hate Me

"Sorry. Can't hear you. Take the dick out of your mouth before you talk."

Broen teleported around as well in random directions, keeping himself away from Atizica. He could teleport farther, it seemed, but he wasn't gonna count on that. Luckily his senses we're better with these powers and he could smell the jackass before he saw him.

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."
Now Broen was singing, zipping around the arena like a little helicoptor, teleporting at random.

"I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless..."

And it just continued like that, him singing and ignoring Altizica's taunts and keeping far far away from him.

Broen stopped, growing until he was a dragon about the size of a tiger. He sat down, curling his tail around himself, well away from Altizica.

"You think you know so much. That you're so much stronger and better than me. You think you're a god. But you forget the most important thing. A god is nothing to a nonbeliever."

Broen took to the air, growing and growing until he was four times the size he had been when he transformed earlier. Easily s hundred feet tall and nearly two hundred feet long. His wings were massive and he flared them out to block out all light around the arena.

"You underestimated me, bitch."

The ball of ice was done now, still floating in the air. Four cubic meter of super hardened ice. And then, it exploded like a giant claymore, raining shrapnel down on the area he figured Altizica could teleport inside of.

Broen landed on the arena floor, back in his human form but still metal. His arm hurt like a bitch. But he had this fucker right where he wanted him.

"Bad luck."

Broen made the ice spread and seize up inside Altizica's body, locking his muscles in place. At the same time, the ice that had landed around him flew inward to stab into him as well. Broen blasted out frigid air at his opponent for the full thirty seconds he could hold it for good measure.

"I'm through talking. And so are you."

Broen shook his head and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket. He lit one using a small burst of flame from his mouth and took a long drag. Blew more frigid air on Altizica. Took another drag off the cigarette. Blew some fire away from his opponent. Then hit him with more freezing air. Rinse and repeat. He didn't intend to stop until Altizica was a block of ice.