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@DemonsOmen — He knew that there were traps, but nearly all of them were based on illusions— which he could see through, following his month-and-a-half long stay inside the Trigram Prison granting him the clearest of sights.
Instinctively, he knew that this lair belonged to a hero, for —
@DemonsOmen — the ground, so would his opponent, only the latter would find the upper half of his body burried in the concrete, with his legs hanging in mid-air.
The force of his slam would be enough to free the King of Monkeys from the other’s hands, and with a front-flip to complete —
@DemonsOmen — place, he made his way inside.
In the meantime, the clone would cut Doppio’s advances short by rushing forth in the blink of an eye, and stopping him dead in his tracks by slamming the sole of his right foot into the other’s stomach.
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@HoundOfCulcnn — face, and he ran a calloused hand through his spiky brown hair, before speaking again.
〝 If your idea of fun is the same as mine, then we’ll get along just fine . . . 〞His words hung in the air for a moment; a request for his name— introductions were in order.
@ORXGEN — itself onto his lips.
Nonchalantly, he would slide a muscular arm around the other’s shoulders, patting him comfortingly. 〝 Well, you don’t need magic anyways, you’ve already got that whole ‘Shooting-Endless-Weapons-Out-Of-Nowhere’ thing going for you—!! 〞
— God, and the Buddha of Victorious Fighting— speaking of which, I’ve fought against other versions of you plenty of times, but I’ve never seen them use that book—!! 〞
〝 Ooh!~ 〞With stars in his crimson eyes, the legendary Monkey King stared at the empty air, where an ancient-looking tablet used to be. 〝 What’s that for—? 〞 https://t.co/25Cz74FhbU
@DeityOfHeavens — break her shackles, more would instantly regenerate, thus giving her no choice, but to accept this new “prison” being tailored for her.
There, he would shoot a last look at her; 〝 I need you to stay right there for me, my dear goddess.~ 〞
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@DeityOfHeavens 〝 Absorb. 〞Was all that the Monkey King said following the removal of the Gourd resting against the tiger-skin patterned robes hanging at his waist.
He made no move to get out of the way, instead, simply aiming it forward. As though willed out of existence, the weapon —
@DeityOfHeavens — Gashes, and broken bones, torn skin, and failing organs would all be things that would appear on the Archer’s body.
This particular, single kick far exceeded whatever he had shown her before, and it would show by the status that her voluptuous frame would be left in. —