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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" A voice cried out to a stadium of cheering people, unknowing of what they were about to witness today. The platform, normally used for safe swordsplay, was about to be used for bloodsport and potential murder. The energy completely threw betrayed what would soon happen. "I hope you are ready for the most exciting tournament we've seen in Wuhu Island! We've gathered contestants from all over the multiverse to bring you the best entertainment money can buy!"
Another cheer. Meanwhile, up above, the sponsors of the competition were watching on a large screen TV. The woman looked down at the portfolio, narrowing her eyes. "It looks like you got one hell of a lineup here," she muttered, glancing at the man who looked half asleep, booze bottle delicately balanced in his limp hand. She cleared her throat, and he bolted upright in his seat. "How'd you get your hands on these?"
"Company secret," he slurred out, wiping some drool and dripping vodka from his face. "But lemme tell you, it ain't easy. Some o' these guys? Could kill you in an instant. Not fun. Not fun at all. Lost a couple good men, 'specially to these two. Why I put 'em out first."
"Oh?"
"I don't forgive easy. One of them's gonna die. That'll put a real smile on my face."
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"I don't suppose we can talk this through like mature people, can we?" Bond asked, adjusting his cuffs as he stared down his opponent. A young man, but he didn't look like it. Though likely barely in his twenties, he was built like a professional bodybuilder. Steroids, or just a good work ethic?
Yu didn't respond, simply staring him down coldly before bringing his hands up. He glared at him over bright red boxing gloves. He took a few steps closer, closing the distance between the two. Five meters.
Bond sighed. "I take it that'll be a no." He shook his head, bringing his hands up. Should have expected something like this. Time to brawl.
Another cheer. Meanwhile, up above, the sponsors of the competition were watching on a large screen TV. The woman looked down at the portfolio, narrowing her eyes. "It looks like you got one hell of a lineup here," she muttered, glancing at the man who looked half asleep, booze bottle delicately balanced in his limp hand. She cleared her throat, and he bolted upright in his seat. "How'd you get your hands on these?"
"Company secret," he slurred out, wiping some drool and dripping vodka from his face. "But lemme tell you, it ain't easy. Some o' these guys? Could kill you in an instant. Not fun. Not fun at all. Lost a couple good men, 'specially to these two. Why I put 'em out first."
"Oh?"
"I don't forgive easy. One of them's gonna die. That'll put a real smile on my face."
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"I don't suppose we can talk this through like mature people, can we?" Bond asked, adjusting his cuffs as he stared down his opponent. A young man, but he didn't look like it. Though likely barely in his twenties, he was built like a professional bodybuilder. Steroids, or just a good work ethic?
Yu didn't respond, simply staring him down coldly before bringing his hands up. He glared at him over bright red boxing gloves. He took a few steps closer, closing the distance between the two. Five meters.
Bond sighed. "I take it that'll be a no." He shook his head, bringing his hands up. Should have expected something like this. Time to brawl.
Yu is in his second key
Starting distance is 5 meters apart
battle takes place on that platform in the center and can move to the bleachers if it somehow does that.
Bond has his classic pistol and any gadgets this specific bond has
speed =
James Bond:
Yu:
VS
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