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6/1/2016 1:20:33 AM
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"Look at this! Another contestant enters the arena, and a fierce one at that!" Blares the loudspeaker as the suit of armor enters, stripped off weapons by the masculine bouncers and shoved into the arena, the door closing shit and the walls beg honing to crackle with high voltage.
Bart approaches the suit, holding a bionic hand of steel out to it.
"Names Bart Clayton, if the prick behind the speaker didn't give it away. But please, call me Clay."
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[i]the figure grabs his hand and shakes it responding with a simply grunt. His grip on the bionic arm seemed inhumanly strong[/i]
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Bart of course did not feel this, as the nerve endings had been burnt out of his body when he became a cyborg. Still, he infers it is very powerful. "This shall be a good fight, indeed. Though be warned; I will not be fair in my search for victory."
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[i]the armored figure nods and cracks his knuckles[/i]
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During this downtime Bart shoots a large harpoon to the ceiling which anchors to its metal infrastructure, holding the chain in his hand. "Come on, fight," Bart says in a smug infliction.
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[i]the marine puts up his fists and does the bring it on motion with his right hand[/i]
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Bart does not flinch, staying his position as if he was deaf. It is clear he wanted the man to take the fight to himself.
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[i]the man rushes him and swings with his right hand but stops his hand right before it hits Clay and brings his left knee up into Clay's stomach[/i]
