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"Yeah, it's this shitty stuff you put on plants," Zack explained, "I'd make a comment about you being full of s**t but my wife says it makes me sound immature."

Zack placed his fingers on his chest as he spoke, allowing his bicep to curl and bulge, showing off the tone of his arm from his shoulder to his fingers. He looked at Gorm and smiled darkly.

"Well since baby blows ain't doing the trick..." Zack took a step forward and seemed to vanish. To a normal man watching carefully, he'd turn into a blur as he'd rush Gorm. No Aura was being used, just a similar level of strength that Gorm had displayed at the start of the battle, a strength that let him move so quickly.

Then Zack would unleash a blizzard of attacks, punches mainly, aimed for Gorm's chest. Though the majority would be for distraction, one or two would be fast uppercuts aimed to wind the man so that he could finish him off by balling his fists up high and hammering down atop Gorm's skull to knock him onto his knees.

If all that went through then he'd finish by bringing his knee up and smashing into the Sage's face.

Zack brought his arm up, back to Gorm as the kick came in, meeting it with his forearm. Another shockwave. A boom that would blow out any windows in the dojo and certainly destroy the TV screens, showering glass down below. His legs braced, he slid against the mat, riding out the rest of the kick.

Arm ached with pain. He'd quickly go to grab the leg, shooting in the air and a split second later come crashing down from above Gorm. Foot speeding downward, aiming to stab into the man's chest and bring him to the floor.

Throughout this, Zack would be making to drag Gorm's leg upward and then use the opportunity to slam a kick down on the man's gut.

Zack crashed into the arena mat and bounced up, putting his hand underneath himself and shoving away to the side and through the air. He'd land on a cornerpost and launch himself off it, moving at high speed.

He'd aim to quickly disappear from when he hit the ground, only to reappear as he'd drive a kick into the back of Gorm's head, just above the occipital ridge. It wouldn't be a knock-out blow, probably, but the intent would be to send the man flying, staggering forward and out of the arena.

As Henrietta stepped past N, N began to turn to track her movement. By the time she shoved her hand forward to strike, N had completed his spin. He was now facing her, using the momentum of his turn along with an outstretched arm to swat away Henrietta's attack, brushing it off on an angle in which it would leave Henrietta's center open to exposure.

With his second arm, he curled his fist tightly and throttled it forward. On both of his arms and his thigh, he had bruises. Soon, these minor injuries would start to accumulate into slowing him down and making him tired. So he had to end it as quickly as possible now.

The Wargle Punch was aimed at Henrietta's midsection, right below her boobs. It was positioned for maximum force output, and if Henrietta took the attack in it's entirety it would be a critical blow.

"WAAAA~~AR GUUUUULL-"

****

Oh wait, now I remember, Salieri thought as she retracted her outstretched arm while Robert dodged the punch. She still stood on one leg, with her other raised up to her body in a ready position. I did run into him yesterday.

With the leg she had previously stomped on Robert's shin with, she extended it into a high kick. Her foot rose higher, knocking away Robert's attempt to grab at her other, unused arm. And higher and higher it rose, until Salieri's leg was basically sticking vertically up into the air. Yeah, it was when I was leaving the pokemon center to get food. Why was I getting food again?

Such flexibility came from years of training. It made her movement swift and fluid, like rushing water. Now, Robert would attempt to jump backwards because his grab had failed. In that same time, the sole leg Salieri was using for balance bent down and pushed off of the ground. She had jumped off of one leg towards Robert, and was bringing down her raised leg for a mighty axe kick.

With the forward momentum carried by the jump and the gravity of the kick, Salieri was adding more speed and power into the blow. Even with Robert attempting to create distance, Salieri was still moving towards him at the same pace. The axe kick was coming down hard towards Robert's head, and unless he made an extreme evasive maneuver out of the way entirely or blocked it, his brain would rattle around in his skull.

Hmm, now I'm kind of hungry. I wonder if I'll have time to get a sandwich after this.

Henrietta's other hand made to deflect N's powerful hand as she twisted herself with the offset of her arm, barely avoiding the blow as it would graze her ribs. She winced.

"Why are you fighting, N-n?" she asked in the flurry of motions, kicking back to quickly make distance.

***

Gorm would, from this position, shifting into a windmill kick, quickly retracting his legs and spinning out in several rotations of devastating kicks that would deflect Zack should he continue with his assault.

((Is that Gorm breakdancing I see before me? Man, I miss Jump.))

"I don't get why we're standing outside," Wayne complained, "It was just starting to get good!"
"Trust me on this one," said Elizabeth, "You develop a sense for these things after so many years."


***

Zack brought his leg up, using his shin to guard against the blows, one of which sent him flying back but only up to his feet. He took a quick, sharp breath.

The fighter assumed that in this time Gorm would be standing again. So he'd make his move fast before the other man could regain his footing proper. Zack would rush forward, moving faster than the untrained eye can see, roaring. He twisted, punching out, aiming to decapitate Gorm with the blow.

As Henrietta fell, Robby came into view. Each step the obese lad took was like slow motion to N, who's expression changed from gritty to confused. Suddenly, the fight he was in didn't matter. Henrietta didn't matter. The only thing he could see at all was Robby Tobb walking away.

This cannot be...I was supposed to defeat you, Robby the pokemon eater...I'm supposed to be the hero-

"Guh!"

Henrietta's feet both went full force into N's gut, winding him and lifting him slightly into the air as he fell backwards through the ropes and plummeted out of the ring. N landed on several chairs, rolling over onto his back as a countdown began to for N to get back into the ring.

!0! 9! 8!

As the numbers went down, N's mind began to wander off into another place. "Is my battle for truth and ideals...just a delusion?"

7! 6! 5!

He did not move as he simply stared up at the broken glass ceiling from lying down on his back. "Or am I just not strong enough yet?"

4! 3!

A small grin passed over his lips.

2! 1!

"...this is only the beginning."

The timer buzzed, and the referree ran into the arena to announce Tess Avalite as the winner. N got up once the fight was over, brushing himself off while taking a quick glance over to Henrietta. Then he turned and walked away towards the exit, putting down the brim of his hat to make a shadow sweep over his eyes.

And then N was gone. Which was incidentally pretty good timing on his part. Yanno, with the whole ceiling thing.