Franky, after reading the application, crumpled it up and tossed it over his shoulder. "You seem pretty cocky. I'm betting you wouldn't last five minutes against me."
"You? Fix this nose?" Franky said, sighing. "Listen, you'll figure out why my nose is like this the second you feel my punch," Franky said, taking the prosthetic skin off of his right hand, revealing a robotic hand. Immediately, he lunged at her, attempting a punch.
Franky hadn't expected someone this fast to be at Hogwarts. Still, this speed was nothing compared to CP9. After all, he could still see her. "Just a bit of a warm up, Pig-Tails," Franky said, launching his right fist on a chain after her.
((Well, the only way that there would be a between these two win is if one of them ends up unconscious, so...a draw?))
Oh. Well, that was something you didn't see everyday on the Tube. Or even among hardened warrior from all corners of the world. Not that it mattered. He would still lose. If anything, Cammy would at lest have to re-think her insults.
The chain sailed over her head as she ducked. Cammy pushed off the floor with her hands, aiming her feet at the man with the strange hair. "Cannon Drill!" she yelled as she spun toward him.
Franky took the full force of her attack, clenching his teeth. "Is that all? Such a weak attack means nothing to me," Franky said, grinning. Breathing in, his cheeks started to glow. "Fresh fire!" he yelled, and breathed fire at Cammy.
Cammy was surprised that he'd been able to shrug off her attack, but didn't let that slow her down. She dove between his legs, hoping to get behind him. The fire was a bit too quick for her, though, and it singed off the end of one braid. "Oi! You fucker!" she shouted.
Cammy sprang onto Franky's back, wrapping her legs around his neck. She flipped him back and over, jumping clear just before he slammed into the ground.
"Christ, you're a heavy one," she said, panting a little. "Do you have bricks in there, or something?"
"Heh, so you still haven't figured it out?" Franky said, getting up. There was a slow trickle of blood on his forehead, but he either didn't notice it or didn't care. "I'm a cyborg. Y'know, made of metal." Franky started to walk back to Cammy, eager to continue the fight.
"Then it was a waste," she said, getting back to her feet. "You would have made a better golf cart." She set her feet under her and raised her arms into a defensive stance, ready for whatever was coming.
"A better golf cart, eh? What I'm about to do, no golf cart could ever dream of doing!" Franky said, stopping. "This next move will be your downfall, Pig-tails. Franky Centaur!"
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((I'm guessing it's alright with you if these guys fight. Are you at all familiar with Franky's canon?))
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((It's okay if they fight. I'm reading his wiki page now. Are you familiar with Cammy's?))
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((A bit. I'm reading her wiki to remind myself.))
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((So, do we want a draw, or someone to win?))
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((Well, the only way that there would be a between these two win is if one of them ends up unconscious, so...a draw?))
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The chain sailed over her head as she ducked. Cammy pushed off the floor with her hands, aiming her feet at the man with the strange hair. "Cannon Drill!" she yelled as she spun toward him.
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((Can Cammy use a Frankensteiner on him?))
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"Shit!"
((Of course.))
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"Christ, you're a heavy one," she said, panting a little. "Do you have bricks in there, or something?"
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