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Bright and blinding lights narrowed on the center of the arena where the pink-haired Jester was standing and before him, was another man; he was well-built, he had long, loose pearl white medium-length hair that reached down to his upper back and his body was wrapped in a loose, dandelion yellow hood-less cloak that was thrown over a white robe with a black outline and white pants that were tucked into his grey boots.
Standing there, Hisoka radiated with an excited, perverted sexual energy at the thought of fighting with the man and it was clear to everyone that he was thrilled to be fighting an old rival once more.
With a grin on his face, Hisoka's light amber eyes; that were almost yellow in appearance, drilled into his opponent and his blood lust radiated off of his body, covering the stadium in an aura of death.
Keeping a hand on his hip, Hisoka watched the long haired man slowly begin to approach him and he immediately moved out of the way as Kastro charged at him; the man swinging his arm as a distraction and Hisoka dodged, only to be struck across the cheek.
Gasping in shock, eyes the color of ice widened at the sight of the man actually being able to land a hit on Hisoka and the two children looked towards one another; molten gold and ice blue eyes wide with surprise.
It was a surprise to everyone that a hit was able to be landed on the Jester, especially one that had caught him off guard.
'That was a clean hit! Kastro has landed the first strike of the match! Hisoka has surrendered the first point, after failing to evade Kastro's light-speed chop!'
Watching in anticipation, everyone couldn't hear the words that were shared between the two fighters and then, Kastro leapt into the air with full force, throwing another attack Hisoka's way. Dodging to the side perfectly, another strike hit the Jester across the face and sent him flying back, before back flipping away from another attack as Kastro charged at him and sent a incessant barrage of attacks his way.
'Are you just going to run, or are you going to fight me?'
Kastro sent a rough kick towards Hisoka's face and he swiftly blocked the attack with his arms, before being knocked down from a kick to the back of his head.
'That's a clean hit and a knockdown!',The ref yelled out and this caused the crowd to go wild.
Boisterous cheers broke through the air and filled the stadium with a cheering tension.
'What a surprise, folks! I can hardly believe it! Kastro has been knocking his opponent around like a rag doll! The score is now four-zero, but.. what did I just see? Was that my imagination?'
