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>A faun is yelling from the crowd, somehow coming through the yelling and Kiki’s megaphone
>’Use your head, kid!’
>I don’t know if she’s real or if I’m hallucinating her from the fatigue, but that gives me an idea
>’Hey, Skin cream!’
>His burnt up face scowls
>’Are you planning to finish this tonight, or are you stretching this to your gynecologist appointment?’
>He bellows in rage, charging me
>Tzeentch would be proud
>This time I’m ready for him, and I dodge the charge at the last second
>I elbow him into the back and create some distance between us
>Turning around he runs at me again, catching my arm
>I manage to slip it away from the grip, slapping him over the ear as I do so
>He’s basically foaming at the mouth now
>Everything depends on my position and him not noticing our positions
>Releasing a furious scream he blitzes at me with a fury of a fiery god
>I wait for him close enough and I grab him
>Instead of trying to stop him I pull him even, increasing his momentum out of control and flinging him behind me
>right into the corner pole of the ring
>He’s dazed but not knocked out
>I grab him and turn him around
>I swing my head and collide it with his
>Thank God for my Bosnian ancestry
>He stands upright for a few seconds, looking almost confused
>and then he slowly slumps down onto the ground, unconscious
>The crow explodes into cheers and applause, while my opponent gets dragged Post too long. Click here to view the full text.