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NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
I looked at him, unfased by his comeback, and unimpressed.

Oh you mean my winning streak of sixteen? It wasent my highest, but definitly not my lowest. I underestimated you last year, but this year I'm much stronger than that time, so watch your back... as for you.

I looked at the other person.

I faintly remember you. Your the one that ran away from the fight with that steak over there...

I thought for a moment.

Yes, I remember now... your that chicken from 4 years ago... I was just watching that year.

I smiled, smugly.

I bet you could've beaten that overgrown steak over there... or am I wrong?

The-Blades-slave:
Daylin laughed, his face brooding.

If he could beat me, then he could beat you. What was your best attack, spraying poison on me? That didn't phase Garlock much, but it sure mad him wanna smash you.... Which he did!

He turned to Jack.

Just kick this snakes ass, then you might be on my league.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
I glared at Daylin.

Snakes dont have asses, moron.

I looked at the other one tautningly.

But that sounds interesting... how about it? When the elevator stops we battle.

GrizzlyEatsKids:
But that sounds interesting... how about it? When the elevator stops we battle.

Jack wanted to accept, but then he wouldn't get his chance at Stan...

Then again, it was time people stopped calling him chicken.

Alright, you worm. Let's battle.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
The elevator dinged and the doors open, I stepped out with my hood down.

Alright then, let's get started number five.

I smiled and my symbol turned into an orb. I'll show them who they're dealing with.

Let's go with tilted treetops.

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