((Collab Post between Letter Bee, Altasaire, and Keksalot, with Altasaire mostly observing and maybe providing some context))

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[b]Retcon Notice:[/b] With HangedMan's agreement, the fight between Pablo and King has been Retconned to this:

[quote]Pablo tries throwing seeds that grow into custom-shaped trees at the guy's demisphere, only to find that it's a failure.
Then, he grows a blanket of cotton from a cotton plant to restrict the movements of King's Siege Tower.
After that, should King reveal himself, he's going to throw one of his vine seeds at King, only to fail again.
Then, he's going for broke, and creates a giant shower of flower petals to block King's vision, to rush at him with his fists.
And snag him with another cotton seed.[/quote]

And it ends like this:

Pablo creates another cotton mesh filling and enclosing the breathing hole, hoping that the hole now cannot be closed because it's now occupied, then seriously thinks of yielding.He would then say:

"Yeah,  I'm alive!" in a slightly exhilarated tone.

"That's a good thing, right?!" King responded.

"Also, I'll yield if you let me hire you to do this to me regularly." The words were out of Pablo's mouth before he can think.

There are some long moments of silence, disturbed only by Steve Harwell's jolly singing, which also settles down when King turns the music off.

"What?" King was disbelieving.

"You know, encase my body in metal, through my clothes," Pablo's voice lowers to a whisper so that few people would hear.

There was a brief period of coughing, as if someone began choking on a chewing gum and then another question.

"What?"

Pablo's whisper got lower.

"I like what you're doing to me, and am willing to hire you to do it again," the 16-year old said through his light-mesh. "I don't want to spell it out, for obvious reasons."

"That's na-a-a-a-asty, damn! And you almost killed me! No!...Yes. Maybe. Dunno. Uh."King, seemingly, was quite awkard around the subject.

Pablo took another deep breath.

"Look, I'll set a price; 2 American cents a minute of encasement."

"WE can, uh, discuss it. Later," King was creeped out.

"All right," said Pablo, his libido getting the best of him. "I'll yield; you deserve the 200 dollars anyway." This was not heroic. It was not [i]intended[/i] to be heroic. Pablo had side priorities now, somewhat skewed ones. That said, though, no one heard.

"I'll uh, give you fifty so we won't talk about THAT for some time." King bargained.

"Aww..." said Pablo. "Fine, but only because I aim to please." Yet another 'good' trait of his'.

"Yeah..." When the tower disappeared as suddenly as it sprung into being and  Pablo was once again free to move and look around, King spoke very slowly while staring into distance with a thousand yard stare. He was visibly tired and sweating profusely, one hand rubbing the place on his face where Pablo's fist landed not so long ago, with very surprising strength. "Yeah, you do..."

"Thanks," said Pablo. He then turned to Takumi, saying:

"That was a fun battle, Isamaru-san! I acknowledge defeat to King!"