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- โ ๐a know . . . we can throw hands if you want, but I promise you it's not gonna end how you ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ it will. โ -
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[ Starter call, read mun info ]
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- โ ๐a know . . . we can throw hands if you want, but I promise you it's not gonna end how you ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ it will. โ -
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/ / I am sorry for my absence. Senior year will be starting and unfortunately I need to take it seriously. So major hiatus untill at least February ( my birthday ).
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โช One of those strikes though, the hero hunter counter attacked, he used the fighter's left hook attack against him, blocking his fist with his knee, using his other knee to slam him against the floor with immense power, creating a small crater underneath them.
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Watching him make his way up to him, optics staring right into his as he gave out his last words. The fighter's strikes were received with an almost perfect technique in terms of defense. Each of his strikes were either deflected, parried, or simply blocked โช
martial art. Those werenโt strikes revolving around technique and ideal execution, they were old-fashioned violence aimed at throat and head for best possible results - It was brute force practically screaming at him to counteract against it.
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Optics shifted to the left. Cheek feeling the warmth of her digits. - โ That was kinda out of the blue ya know, I reacted by instinct. โ - He sniffled one last time.
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