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      his refusal in the apple slice resulted in her biting into the fruit while standing upright, towering over him with a raised brow. he didn’t want the energy and he wasn’t fighting her on being restrained. any other would have graciously taken what she offered or even begged for release. instead he’s annoyingly calm, asking her about his future opponent.

      ❝ well, the strongest champion goes by Hulk. he’s a rather angry green machine. but you’ll start off with easier champions to fight off and earn your way to Hulk’s rank. NO ONE ever survives a round with Hulk. I hear today you’ll be starting off against DOUG. ❞

      his passive behavior has her believing he won’t fight. so she comes around behind him, reaching for her dagger strapped to her thigh —– he’s cut free a moment later. ❝ enjoy this bit of freedom while it lasts. ❞

      _{calm was easy enough to maintain with practice. ky’s anger for the entire situation as vast – more so when he knew that talking or even bribing his way out of it wasn’t going to happen. so, he turned that anger – that perpetual rage – into something more tempered. a false sense of calmness that was in-turn amusement. that way, ky attempt to keep things somewhat decent, and he could more than likely prevent them from getting any worse.}

      _{❝ DOUG? ❞ he asked, almost rolling his eyes, but resisting the action – if only for a moment or two. it was then he was freed from his bindings; a quick movement. she’d done this before or maybe that was just ky’s assumption of the situation.}

      _{no matter, once he was free, he moved to crack his knuckles, and wrists. ❝ sounds easy. ❞ then again, he doubted he’d be allowed to fight to the best of his abilities here.  the hulk, just from what he knew… wasn’t someone anyone wanted to fight.}

     _{then again, ky had faced off against creatures as tall as the highest buildings on earth before and while he knew his triumph was luck? he still knew that he could put up a decent fight – maybe even better than most, but he’d have to play it smart. ❝ — how tall is he? ❞ he meant dug, but his  mind was more focused on how he’d be able to pull off fighting the hulk. that was… if he even got that far.} 

         _{❝ an’  ❞ he said, not even bothering to try to force the accent he’d picked up over the years down. ❝ are there any rules? ❞}