[IC: Really late Fight Club match]

[tasteslikeash]

I forgot all about this thing. Oi, Bug-eyes, are you still up for this?

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[bicycloptic]

Figures. Don't call me that, and of course I am.

[tasteslikeash]

Figures? Tch, how do you wanna do this?

[bicycloptic]

What have you got aside from the bombs?

[tasteslikeash]

[eyes him for a minute]

. . . I've got a weapon like a flamethrower. Shields . . . There's more, but I don't need to waste it on you.

[bicycloptic]

Heh.

[icon, with the addition of brass knuckles]

My fists are all I need. First man unconscious loses, how about it?

[tasteslikeash]

[activates his ring, opening boxes while he talks. He manages to dodge the angry cat that leaps out of the first one (and heads towards the messhall, presumably for a meal) and pockets a few other items he pulls out of a few of them leaving him with bone hoops floating around him and a skull-gun strapped to one arm]

Sounds good to me.

[bicycloptic]

[watches carefully, raising a brow at the cat but otherwise giving no outward reaction, and first raises one foot, then the other, to switch on his ATs]

Ready whenever you are.

[tasteslikeash]

You should start moving.

[and as he finishes that sentence, fires off a blast of bright red storm flames]

[bicycloptic]

[yelling as he skates out of the way]

Don't tell me what to do!

[bicycloptic]

[rushes from the side]

[tasteslikeash]

[turns to actually face him, trying to fire another blast of flame before Bandou reaches him]

[bicycloptic]

[Juuuuust in the nick of time. Now this? Is a fist aimed right for Dera's shoulder.]

[tasteslikeash]

[there's no way he can dodge that at this range so he takes the blow and falls back, grunting and throwing his other arm back to catch himself]

[bicycloptic]

[presses down on the heel to accelerate, and closes in with a series of punches thrown so quickly no onlooker could count them right]

[tasteslikeash]

[So it's kind of hard to aim, much less fire at all when you're being punched like that. Dera's brought his arms up to protect his face and chest as best he can, and one of the shields, shakily, is swinging towards Bandou to try forcing him back]

[bicycloptic]

[goes for any opening he notices, and just as he's about to nail him with another shot to the shoulder, somewhere close by Bandou hears this windy whistling noise. The fist thrusts forward right as he turns in the direction that sound is coming from--]