Crosswalk: Ultimate Duels

Fight: Nataelo vs El Copon

"During the abominable night, that was Monday, heaven and hell clashed. As the songs of the instruments rose high up, and the spirits of all those present were burning with a stunning passion, the two men met." - Diary of Christian: When Meat Collides

The street lights shine upon the playground. The air is cool, the stolen clothes are protecting me just fine, yet no man who dropped their pants seems bothered by it. It's because of those two standing in the middle. The closer you are, the stronger the heat of battle these two emanate. There is also this strange feeling I have inside of me. While my legs want to run, my eyes are glued to them, afraid to miss the moment they clash.

There are some people carrying Francesco's men, which El Copon befell. Nataelo doesn't seem bothered by it, rather annoyed and perhaps a bit disappointed. *Sigh* "Only three of them?". Nataelo looks like a disappointed father towards El Copon, although they look about the same age, scratching his rough beard. He puts out a smile, so I cover my eyes while his loyal subjects let their eyes be burnt by the shine, "I guess I shouldn't have come all the way here then.". His words piss off the booty clappers, some of them walking from behind the crows to the front while making steady claps of the cheeks.
"And these are?" Nataelo asks, looking from above at all of them, still scratching at his beard.

"Not my business, is what they are," El Copon looks with disgust at them, but they don't seem to care. "Have I not told you to sit back and watch, brothers?" I see what's going on. His five brothers step up, each of a different height and body composition. They all seem younger and have different facial features, making me wonder if they're related by blood or not. The only common thing they seem to share, is their buttocks. Even so though, I can't see El Copon's butt really well, his pants being a bit baggy and only revealing itself when he claps his cheeks.

"How can we sit back as he insults you?!" the smallest of them, who's about the same size as me, steps up, hands in tight, brown, leather jeans. They all wear different fashion of clothing, but they share a similar style, only the tallest one differs. He's closer to El Copon's style, so it might be a matter of rank or something similar.

"Alberto is right," the tallest one steps in, dressed in a nice purple suit, "we can't let him run his mouth when no one here has ever seen him fight.". He was never seen fighting, yet he seems to contain much power in his groin. "So if he thinks you putting down three of his is weak, then how about you put down one of us? We should make for about ten of yours," while he seems cocky, there seems to be a silent agreement between the two groups. The booty clappers have respect, while the dick slappers a sense of fear and anger in their eyes.

"You're Ricardo the Tall Cheek, right?" Nataelo looks from below at him, yet he seems to stand on some other, taller point of existence. "I heard about you," Nataelo turns his body towards his, somehow showing respect through the action "you caused trouble for Heprane during the resupply.". Ricardo doesn't even wait for him to finish, so when Nataelo raises his finger, probably wanting to say a few more words to him, Ricardo unleashes his bare ass upon him.

"My claps reach a high frequency, strong enough to shatter glass and incapacitate someone for a few moments," Ricardo explains, as he aggressively starts shaking his hips up and down, vibrations seem to be produced at the buttock level as the speeds reach a fever high. Joining him are the three other brothers in height descending order, while the smallest one watches, probably trying to gauge the strength of Nataelo. Together, the sound of their clapping cheeks, makes everyone unaccustomed, me included, shake their knees from afar. I can hold better since I'm further away, but those closer to it don't seem to have too good of a time.

Nataelo, on the other hand, seems frozen in place, his gaze upon the concrete below. "What's wrong, king of dicks? Did your balls drop or something?" the third brother makes fun of him, his teenage moustache hanging with disgust to his upper lip, while the booty clappers start to giggle. "Can't handle the power of our brotherly ass bonding?" the second one says, and the crowd of booty clappers start laughing in disrespect.