*Readjusts my grip on my gun*
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*Headbutts you in the head in the same motion as you are yanked in to me*
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*More a projection than a physical entity, my body glows with radiant light as the beam passes through me*
Hey Gio, I'm going to work on this but it might be faster if you just hit it really hard!
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*Drops below the attack by doing a split, while hooking my arm upward into your gut for a blow to lift you off the ground, then pops back upward before you come back down and repeatedly volleys out rhythmic blows into your torso to keep you off the ground, not letting you touch*
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*Each blast bursts against my person creating a cloud of smoke that gets louder with each impact, completely enveloping me, but after a moment I swipe my arm through the air and dispel the smoke in one motion while posing confidently*
You sure you haven’t done this before?
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Having fun is great. The crowd can really feel it.
*Whirring can be heard from the underside of the stage, where things were shifting before*
Just as important to not forget the stakes though, either!
*A triumvirate of gigacannons manifested underneath unleash a cascade of explosive laser bolts into the mountainside of the base*
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*Audibly gasps*
I have always wanted to do this!
*Claps my hands to the song, which causes Gio's heartrate to sync up with the beat*
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*While the projectiles may not have had a pattern upon initial firing, they seem obligated by some outside force have their strikes at me timed with the music, allowing me to leap between and off them equally as rhythmically*
But the people love it, Joe! You’re a natural!
*Throws my hands up as a massive array of pyrotechnics is let off, sending the crowd into an uproar chanting “Joe” repeatedly*
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Ha!
*Grips my hand over the gun so that the palm blocks the barrel, and, regardless of your own pulling of the trigger, the gun fires into my hand in time with a beat drop as the crowd roars. I grin and wag a finger at you, before rapidly spinning around and kicking you in the gut*
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Don’t worry about that.
*Leaps gracefully into the air, flipping once as I pass through the barrier, and lands on it near you. The low rumblings of an electric guitar sound from the stage’s speakers while the crowd cheers, as though knowing what to anticipate*
I’m right here.
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*As the song starts to play, each strum of the guitar seems to whip both of you with a phantom concussive strike with no direction*