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The fight felt as though it were over, if it could even be called a fight to begin with. It felt cheap, relying on the old handshake-toss to win what would have been a friendly sparring match, but John wasn't really feeling up to a full-on fight at the moment. Perhaps Drago would learn something about preparedness from this little incident. Perhaps not. Either way, it wasn't much of a problem, and John sat on the grass a few feet away. The grass around him, of course, turned brown and shriveled as soon as his hands touched the ground.

[color=f7941d]"Eeyup. That's the name of the game in a real fight, so why not here too? I'd help you up, but the ground's nicer than being upright after being tossed like that."[/color]

[@Blue Demon]