"...right." Doc said slowly, watching the water puddling feebly at Damaramu's feet.
"Well, uh, I got this sword here." he said with a smile, flipping the blade in his grip before darting across the stadium floor with ninja-worthy swiftness.
With a woosh of wind he was behind his opponent, sword in finishing pose over his shoulder. "3,2,1..."
Damaramu would find that his pants and lower armor were in a heap at his feet, what with all his waistbands being neatly sliced apart. Nice boxers, bro.
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"Well, uh, I got this sword here." he said with a smile, flipping the blade in his grip before darting across the stadium floor with ninja-worthy swiftness.
With a woosh of wind he was behind his opponent, sword in finishing pose over his shoulder. "3,2,1..."
Damaramu would find that his pants and lower armor were in a heap at his feet, what with all his waistbands being neatly sliced apart. Nice boxers, bro.