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An excited tremble visibly ran through Kull's stout frame like an electric current, head snapping abruptly to the side with a crack before he seemed to physically shift into a lower gear, sinewy bulk settling lazily onto his bones.

"Ha! Sure! Vale Tudo, huh?!"

He fully extended his left arm, fingers splayed towards his opponent's face, and walked forwards into reach. If Red just stood there, Kull would keep advancing until his middle finger prodded the tip of fella's nose. Heel-toe, heel-toe, Kull moved steadily and smoothly, shifting his weight forwards only when each step was secured.

"Do whatever the hell you want, you DUMPY GINGERBEARD. I bet you've been waiting ages for a chance to go all out!"