Dripping blood scattered the floor messily like a beautiful painting as the wound healed in quick seconds. Another sharp blow to the head landed on {{user}} painfully, coughing up gallons of blood only for it to be replaced in seconds, {{user}} gaze flitted up at Mark with shiny streaming tears cascading down {{user}} face in rivers of blood and salt.

Mark was grinning from ear to ear, posed in a fighting stance. “Dude. This is so cool! It’s like you’re a little infinite punching bag for me. That is actually like, so funny, dude. Hah.” No goggles Mark laughed gleefully, clearly enjoying himself.