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[kill_the_king]

The metallic clicks of currency, pulled levers, and clicking tabs of spinning roulette tables filled the air as did trails of smoke, each plume hanging limply as they partially coated the tall ceiling in a haze that dulled the artistic designs dressed in reds and golds. Suddenly a blond head poked out from a row of humming slot machines followed by

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[archmistress]

Gunji's insistence to occupy the gore laden cage had facilitated a wave of anticipation through the audience. A fight could not be commenced without a thorough clean-up of the remains or the eviction of the blonde man, not just from the cage but premises for good as he had raked up an unaccountable sum of misdeeds perpetuated on the establishment and its furniture prior to the bout.

With a detached nonchalance the Punisher vaulted from the floor through a rising handspring and punctuated his intention to fight by bouncing on the tips of his toes and rotating his black swan neck on its axis - a sportsman's warm-up.

Slant-poised and amid stretching an athletic limb over his head Gunji noted a split in the audience. He slowed his exercise regime to closer inspect the shape filtering out of the public, and to his exhilaration it paced at him. The Punisher's tongue slid from his aperture and hung wet over his lower lip. 'Aaa--gaaaah....' Whether it was his next opponent was not subject to question; the kid marched straight at him! His hands, enfolded in white martial arts wraps, snared the bars at either side of the opening in the cage. Gunji drew back and abruptly sent himself on a 100-yard dash in Rin's direction, nicking the startled and stupid with his hard elbows, his withdrawn tongue dangling wildly against air pressure.