two warriors were facing each other.
One a handsome Arabic man, with tattoos all over his muscular body. He had a twisted ankle and a missing arm, but he didnt payed his wounds any attention as he walked towards his opponent.
a handsome young man, no older then 16 years old. His hair was the color of the blackest night, his eyes a metallic silver that shined in the dark, with a well tuned body he approached Abel with a small fireball in his hand...
at first both of these challengers seemed to be equally matched....BUT! (y/n) had an ace up his sleeve...
because you see...(y/n) was saving his MP this whole fight, using a magic attack 2 or 3 times trough the whole thing...
what does that mean?
well let me anwser you this question, with another question.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
what is the most beautiful art?
(y/n): EXPLOSION!
he yelled as Abel was only 10 steps away, much to his opponent shock. Before he was blown into tiny little pieces he managed to speak a couple of words...and they were...
Abel: MOTHER FUCKE-
*BOOOM*
as a massive ball of fire ripped the air, and once again launched everyone away, (y/n) had only one thing to say.
(y/n): well...that was anticlimactic...
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yes this is the canon ending for this fight xD!!!!
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