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Mr. Fox:
Krapfen:
The ground ripped out from under him as he heard the cow scream out the name of it's Power Attack. A few seconds later everything went black.

Leo:
I woke up and looked around, one more loss I thought; thankfully this wasn't a ranked fight. I walked towards Daylin, I always congratulat the winner, keeps it from getting too serious.
"Nice fight, guess I'll have to keep my distance from now on, won't I?" I held my hand out for a hand shake.

The-Blades-slave:
Garlock

Garlock pounded his fist against his chest, bellowing a war cry, before blacking out.

Daylin

He shook Leo's hand.

Closest match I've had in a while, thought you had me for a minute.

He smirked slightly.

How did that totem to the face feel?

H scratched at his back, where the fire had hit. Phantom pains.........

Tickles:
Ryan Masters walked past the two people who just battled. He didn't have to see it to tell it was intense. He made his way toward the elevator and hit the call button. He really wanted to talk battle strategy with his son, and maybe would have better luck at it this year. He stands by, while a boy with a cart of food takes a spot right next to him.

Mr. Fox:
I laugh for a second then start to talk. "Felt like I ran face first into a wooden stick at speeds too fast for me to comprehend...is that food I smell?" Fighting always worked up an apatite, and I smelled some really good food. "What do you say we find us some food and eat?"

The-Blades-slave:
Daylin was about to nod, when a man caught his eye.

That is police chief masters! I bet he is going to visit his son, lets follow them, you might just get to meet the champion.

Daylin grabs two sandwhiches and hands one to Leo.

Now lets go.

Then he quietly sneak around Masters.

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