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C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!
Only then did his foe let go of both hair and knee, actually stepping back with a cruel, mocking laugh.
“Aww, what’s wrong? You really care about that uncut rat’s nest you call hair that badly? Nice knees, man, I might actually bruise later…”
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Without even a care for how his words contradicted his actions, the blood bending punk swung an elbow out, an arc of blood spikes forming again to stab and trip the Canadian’s legs.
“Luckily I have nothing to do right now!”
“Ain’t it obvious!?”
The weirdo himself burst through his own swirling blood, unscathed and grinning madly, leaping forward and crossing that 15 feet unnervingly fast. With a forceful swing of his blood dyed arms, two arcs of blood formed in front of him, solidified into -> https://t.co/CyItg86pw5
“Take a guess!”
And now blood was swirling everywhere, shredding anything within a solid, what, 6-8 feet of this total stranger? Also, blood? Shredding?
Whoever this nobody was, that was… a thing. https://t.co/mowiIMMDya
“LIKE HELL YOU NEED A BREAK!”
Oh no. https://t.co/9RnFXx8G2y
“WHAT!?”
Ah.
That’s.
Someone should probably get Nanako back home ASAP.
#PHANFIGHT3 https://t.co/jArxQarw5v
Normal, Crazy, Prince, Gremlin https://t.co/dYdI2Zrxmb
@SpiritedRobot >spoke again, right at that breaking point Carmine reveled in. And… Carmine paused. Just nearby was her discarded axe. And… she was legit just here for revenge…
…Carmine glanced at the stands. Wet bandages and a purple coat stared back.
…fucking… fine. Time for some…
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@SpiritedRobot >never live that moment down.
So may as well play into it.
Televised footage of this match ended with a bloody street punk in nothing but boxers and shoes rapidly doing some sort of budget Kazotsky Kick in the middle of the ring with a dismantled robot off to the side.
Wait.->