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[i]The evening rain brakes,  washing the sky in a pink haze. Connell grunts from the blow, eyes set on Arduous, back turned.[/i] 

Arduous frantically searches the newly formed phalanx of spectators, a cheering blockage between him and escape. "Come on, come on. Just let me in already" He whines. some members of the crowd looks sympathetic and shuffle to the side, but like a well oiled machine their spot is instantly taken by another member of the crowd.  

Connell thumps forward with an apish gate, thick legs pumping his body forward, while his burly hands hang limply to his sides. He tenses his arms, and his huge hands start to contract, shrinking into miniature versions of their previous selves. He rushes towards arduous, bringing together his arms at the wrist. Just before bowling Arduous over he stops dead, swinging his arms back, his tiny hands palm up, aiming directly into to the small of Arduous' back. The bowler hatted man gives of a siren screech with a scratchy high pitched voice,[b][i][color=ffdb00]  "ART OF THE STARCH TECHNIQUE: OPEN PALM MASHER!". [/color][/i][/b]

The tiny palms impact Arduous back with a loud [b]CRACK[/b], The angularly faced man's hips are forced forward, but he remains on his feet. he cranes his neck around, eyes full of rancour. Small droplets of blood and spittle spew from Arduous mouth, feeling his back and abdominal muscles buckle, [i]'Oh, this is bad, ow ow ow'[/i] he thinks, attempting to look stoic externally. He swings around to return the kinetic energy but Connell dashes backwards. "You think I'll fall for that twice? but seeing as how you took that attack. I think it's time to get serious".

Connell starts to steam, the smell of starch wafting through the air, his whole body compacts and shrinks. His skin becomes more leathery and liver spotted. His muscles smooth out, his one bulky frame becoming lithe. Ridges form about his body, long triangular indents streaking his face and limbs. [b][i][color=ffdb00] "ART OF THE STARCH TECHNIQUE: CHIP BODY!" [/color][/i][/b] he smirks, calmly walking towards arduous, "Just try it" he sneers as he comes into range of arduous' attack. 

Arduous takes the bait, fists clench he goes in for an all out barrage, he goes to to punch but stops, feeling the overwhelming aura radiating from Connell, "Hi-His defence, it's unassailable, there are zero weak spots. How is this possible?" Arduous whines aloud. visibly sweating. [i]'I-I I need a plan, ah, oh, god damn it.'[/i] Arduous looks around frantically,  [I]'I have to get him to let down his guard, to slip up.'[/i]


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Seeing an opportunity La Passionné Poisson , leaps into the fray with a loud "BANZAI", bright red headband trailing behind her she glances at her assailant. Once a hulking giant, Now smaller, lither, but much more powerful. 

She straightens, resolution glowing in her eyes. "I’ve never seen a defence technique like that, I'll have to use [b]that technique[/b]" she gloats to the crowd. She regulates her breathing, the world around her becoming a void. “I am the whirlpool in the placid lake. The tornado on the sunny day.  [b][i][color=d63737] SUSHI-SENSHI TECHNIQUE: BREATH OF THE VORTEX" [/color][/i][/b] her mouth gapes open, stomach inflating and deflating like a blacksmiths bellows. Debris and dust starts to whirl around her open mouth, being slowly sucked inwards, the stomach convulsions increase, the four fighters in the ring are all drawn towards the oral current.

Connell panics, "No, I wont let you eat me I'll use my most dense form, [b][i][color=ffdb00] ART OF THE STARCH TECHNIQUE: BAKED BODY!" [/color][/i][/b]. His lithe body becomes more and more dumpy, his limbs inflating from seemly source less fat, his abdomen becomes nearly completely spherical.

[I] Now's my chance[/i] Arduous thinks, and with a flash grabs a rock as it whizzes by his head, toward La Passionné Poisson. He focus all of his kinetic energy into the throw aiming at dislocating his jaw. with a mighty heave Arduous flings the pebble, like a bullet leaving a gun, as it breaks the sound barrier a stunned Connell turns his head just slightly before. [b][color=d63737] CRUNCH. [/color][/b] the pebble embeds itself into his soft mushy flesh with such force that his head is flung back. 

[b]The Mcnail Brother is defeated.[/b] 

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