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7 yrs ago
had my allergic reaction to dog hair used against me in a judo tourney. fine line between preparing for your opponent's weakness and whatever this was
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7 yrs ago
something witty and likeable
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8 yrs ago
"Better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war."
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"I certainly ain't a pacifist of any kind," Lobo closes his open palm into a fist, extinguishing the fireball, "Alright old man if there truly is a 'threat to the planet' why choose us?" The teen jabs his thumb at the group of people gathered, "Besides me and a few here, most of these guys don't seem like much, even with the gems I wouldn't like their chances in a fight." His face adopts an unimpressed, indifferent expression, "If I were you I would have these gems latched onto a team of professionals, who actually know what they're doing, instead of a couple teenagers."
A minute or two into Sol's scenic walk around the simulation the sentient fragment Infinity Gem came across a unit of five, no six, soldiers on a patrol around the perimeter. Quickly reacting he ducks for cover behind some rubble, wanting to keep the element of surprise. As soon as the unit gets into position Sol shoots up into the air only to immediately crash back down in the midst of the soldiers as a ball of fire. With his opponents either heavily burnt, knocked off their feet or both, the teen grabs the one lying closest, whose light armour was charred black, by the collar, "Hello. How do you do?"


"Clearly we were offered something else on top of information about the gems," the pyrokinetic growaled at the redheaded girl in response. He picks Gem out of the people present in the auditorium, an elderly among mostly teens, "Old man. Did you send me the email?" Lobo emphasises the urgency of his question as he points the fireball on hand towards him.
Eh yeah I'll like to get into ranked fighting. Are there any takers for a newbie like moi?
Lobo had finally arrived at the address given by the email after many hitchhiking rides and a few vehicles 'borrowed' from their owners, he grunts in annoyance at the building's modern architecture being more fire-safe than he was used to. No matter. They will soon learn what happens if I am to be trifled with.

The tanned teen makes his way into the building, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, eventually he came across the doors to the conference room. With a flame flickering from his lighter in one hand he pushes open the doors with a newly-formed fireball in the other, "Okay you cabróns I'm here for what I was offered. Hand it over. Now."


Oh my bad^ Should I edit it?
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