Mitchs98
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Ferra and TorrDunkenstein said:@Mitchs98
Faereach City - Business District
"Then CLEARLY I will not be eaten for breakfast! Ha ha ha!" Say what you will about El Ruidoso de Marad's intelligence, but he was entirely capable of running logical rings around little girls playing at power fantasies! Still addressing the crowd as much as his opponent and opponent's tag-team partner, he gestured up to the stricken-but-alive dragon at the top of the skyscraper and nodded in Torr's direction. "Bear witness to my glory! Or perhaps your breakfast! But my friend, you should be cutting down on the calories, yes?" Taunting! The luchador was getting serious!
"But my dear, you are so tiny! It is not physically possible to avoid talking in a downward direction!" His taunting was not focused on Torr. Ferra was copping it as well. Until she started flying. "Excellent! You have elected to observe! Please, record this great battle for my millions and millions of fans!" El Ruidoso did thus declare, and the crowd went wild again. Crowds tend to do that when they're being acknowledged, and his accent, so exotic, drove them into further fits of cheering.
But it was no longer time for showboating. He bent his knees, getting EVEN SHORTER, and steeled himself from the onslaught from Ryb... Torr. Right. Different city. Still the same big lumbering brute, though. He stood no chance against El Ruidoso's FIERY PASSION!
"Nah, I'm not observing. I'm just moving out of the way of the destruction. Torr gets a bit into it when he fights alone without his weapon." She told him, outwardly ignoring his comment about her height, yet fuming in the inside and wondering just how easy it would be to prepare Roast Luchador with her new found powers. But, she figured it'd be much more fun to watch Torr smash him into the ground first, then cook him in front of his fans.
Torr looked up at the dragon, seemingly unfazed. Though, Ferra was being quite literal when she said Torr had eaten a dragon before. Their first trip to the Enclave they killed, cooked, and ate a dragon. Tasted like a mix between steak and chicken. But, sadly as hungry as he was, now was not the time for food. He had a midget to crush.
He looked confused as the luchador crouched down, was he giving up already? Or was this some weird pre-fight ritual Torr was un-aware of? Shrugging and not really carrying, Torr simply lifted his massive fist above his head and brought it down towards El Rudiso's head, aiming to take him out in one hit like he did most opponents.
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