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[skirtindanger]

[outside in front of the dojo, a pair of teens are training! it looks like they've been going through a series of sparring matches for a while, although one of them keeps winning them over and over-- made evident again as he makes another final deck across her face.]

Ow... ugh. I thought you were supposed to help me, not turn me into your personal

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I HAVE TO GO SOON BUT... /TAGS ANYWAY

[sadomasokillhim]

Punch her in the stomach and wring her neck!

[sadomasokillhim]

I grew up in a violent environment.

[iscrewtothink]

He really doesn't need the encouragement.

[sadomasokillhim]

Why not?

[iscrewtothink]

Because it's not that sort of sparring session.

[sadomasokillhim]

What kind of sparring session is it, then?

[iscrewtothink]

One that isn't turning out the way one of them had hoped.

It's meant to be a way to strengthen the girl's fighting capabilities but as usual, this boy is thinking more about winning than about helping her better herself.

[sadomasokillhim]

... that sucks.

[iyaaansobig]

Ah?

[sadomasokillhim]

He said that.

[points to the invisible man behind him]

[iyaaansobig]

Don't worry, small one! I understand what you were doing. Cheering for me, huh? That's what a fan should do!

[sadomasokillhim]

Oh... [awkward] You've got it wrong. I just want to see someone get crushed, beaten, eaten alive, sliced to bits, or maybe get their bones broken.

[iyaaansobig]

It's all right, you don't have to hide! There's no shame in admiring my big self! Who wouldn't!? KYAHAHAH!

[sadomasokillhim]

But I don't even know who you are.