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    name: Hizorashi Masato
    gender: male

    race: Human(Fullbringer)
    class: Tank - Brute

    reiatsu: 84k
    strength / reiryoku: 125/50
    ND: 6720

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  1. (Don't feel bad, no one does.) Shizuka thought proudly to herself upon hearing Arthur admit his organization's intel gathering was inferior to her own. The cocky grin she suddenly brandished caught Masato's attention. Nothing good comes out of her mouth, much more so if you stroke her ego. "Of cour..." Shizuka suddenly restrained herself from saying what was obviously going to be a snarky remark. Above her was a glaring Masato who had long since grown tired of hearing her speak. "Just, answer, his questions." He commanded her as a menacing aura emitted from his body, and he raised his right fist for her to clearly see. Beads of sweat began to drip from her forehead as she forcibly chuckled in fright. "ha ha, um..." She redirected her gaze towards Arthur, "I don't know much about the ongoing attack as its too far from Karakura High; out of my reach. The plan was to send him..." she quickly gestured to Masato with a nod of her head, "to resolve the problem. But he hasn't gotten used to his complete Fullbring. Killing your new hollow buddy should've been a great opportunity to warm Masato up, but it couldn't even pull the full potential of his coat out. Pathetic." "So there is an ongoing attack from hollows, and you sent me to catch a panty thief?" Shizuka turned to Masato as he spoke to her, only to notice the menacing aura's sudden increase in intensity. "eek!" she shrieked in terror. WC: 245
  2. The hollow would quickly reply once Arthur addressed him. “I don’t know what a Gigai is, but I’ve tried many objects. Humans and Hollows are the only beings I’m able to possess.” If Arthur bothered to notice, he would’ve found Shizuka staring at him, dumbfounded by his ignorance of the influence The Primera title possessed in Hueco Mundo, and by extension, the world they currently resided. “What makes him special? I don’t expect much from my boss here, but it appears that everyone out there is stupid.” She crossed her arms and sighed. “The Primera, or more broadly, the Espada they command, turns random and petty hollow attacks on our world into organized and well thought out massacres, sometimes killing hundreds in a single attack. So yeah, if we can have someone willing to leak those plans to us, and risk their life to take the most influential hollow in Hueco Mundo down, we’re gonna take their help, human or not. As for proof that he’s a real threat, have you read the news lately? ‘You never find the absurdly high amounts of natural disasters and terrorist attacks reported in the news odd? We are certain of 3 major incidents that occurred since Tsukishima has been in power. The attack in front of the general hospital, the conference massacre, and the third is actually ongoing.” wc: 225
  3. This is only rumor, but I hear that you, Isshin-sama, will be doing jack shit in the TYBW arc. Is this true?
  4. The hollow's gaze bounced from Arthur and Masato to Shizuka, as if asking for her approval to speak. Shizuka pondered briefly before coming to the conclusion that Masato knowing a secret existed, defeated the entire purpose of hiding it from him. Besides, she was confident in her ability to persuade others, especially those she deemed to be idiots, like Masato. She sighed a heavy breath of defeat before giving the hollow permission to tell his full story. “I can’t guarantee he won’t kill you, but you might as well talk, filth.” Shizuka remarked with a grin, still holding her pained stomach. “Bull shit! You’ve already tried to kill me twice. You never meant a word you’ve said to me.” “Well, obviously situation changed. You told us you wouldn’t be missed in Hueco Mundo. How were we supposed to know your hollow buddies would pursue you this much? If they force you to talk, the cover of our guy is blown. So yeah, you were a loose end that needed tying.” “That wasn’t the deal.” “No it wasn’t. The deal was we let you live, you keep your mouth such and stay out of Hueco Mundo.” “I haven’t broken it.” “YET! How long do you think you can evade Tsukishima’s lackeys?” Shizuka quickly shifted her attention to and addressed Masato. “You just met some of them not far from this piece of shit’s hideout. When they eventually find em, they’ll force em to talk, then kill em. He’s as good as dead, us doing the job saves years of planning and our element of surprise when the time comes to face the Primera.” WC: 270
  5. Masato listened to Arthur's answer with his gaze directed ahead, lest he crash into anything in his path. Initially, Arthur's words were humble, and illustrated how noble his sacrifice was; but his motives would take a quick 180, as did Masato's impression of him, when these words were uttered. "I don’t especially care for the individual people either. People die every day of various reasons" Masato perceived and took offense to Arthur's lackadaisical attitude towards the everyday victims of the terror brought on by hollows. Indeed, people do die every day, but none should have to suffer the fate Asuna did. Mankind, subconscious of this fact or not, naturally inherit a belief in karma. Good actions are rewarded, bad actions are punished. When observing the misfortunes of others, we are quick to justify it; only empathizing with their suffering once it befalls us. Masato was no different, he too believed in karma, but no matter how he contemplated, the fate of his wife was disproportionate to any sin humanity was capable of committing. How many lives like hers must end due to such a negligent mindset? The thought that someone as capable as Arthur could think such a way irked Masato to his core. The Quarterer dismembering Asuna, could that have been avoided if those capable of its prevention showed more initiative? "People die, so what"? Was the philosophy Masato derived from Arthur's words, and it undoubtedly boiled his blood the more thought he gave it. His deep seated anger swelled within, and quickly began to surface as his grip tightened around the food box holding the parasite, threatening to squash it should he let his anger fully consume him. "What about you?" Arthur's inquiry snapped Masato out of it, for which he was thankful, as he eased his hold of the parasite. However, even now recollected, Masato couldn't reply to the very same question he posed to Arthur with a thoughtful and honest answer. He feared the more complex his answer, the most likely it was to be malicious or combative with Arthur's view point, in effect, defeating his intentions of sparking a lighthearted conversation. Instead, he forced a faint smile and scoffed as he faced his company to reply, "Same", electing to compartmentalize his new judgments of Arthur with hopes that a bad misinterpretation was the cause of their new found differences. -Karakura High School Masato continued to guide Arthur, taking as many shortcuts he could to reach the female restroom of the second floor of the school. This included the destruction of a few door locks barring their entry. Upon reaching restroom, the parasite would finally comment. “This is definitely the same school I dropped the package at, but I don’t sense anyone but us here.” “That’s the point.” Masato addressed the hollow’s concern and proceeded through the restroom’s door. “Don’t panic, if she swallows you whole, you won’t get hurt.” In a dark room, lit only by a wall of white monitors, an orange haired girl bit her left nails in a panic, while simultaneously scratching her scalp in aggravation. She heard Masato’s command to grant them entry from one of the lower monitors that broadcasted the happenings of the bathroom her visitors resided. “Shit.” -Back in the bathroom “Uh, Who are you talking to?” the parasite asked. It tried to indirectly voice its skepticism regarding the presence of anyone within the school. But seeing as Masato seemingly missed the hint, he decided to air his doubts bluntly with a question. However, Masato wouldn’t provide an answer; partially due to his annoyance, and partially due to the self-evident answer that would arise as the ground beneath himself and Arthur softened. The square shaped, marble tiles of the bathroom’s bright blue floor quickly shifted color to a strong red. Large yellowish teeth circled Masato and his ally individually as they emerged from the ground. Suddenly, the teeth would rise even higher, now connected to black jaws the collapsed with the two humans, and hollow in them. Seconds later, the very same jaws emerged from the floor of the black room Shizuka sat in. “Oh, there she is,” the hollow quipped lowly as Masato began to walk towards her, as she spun her chair around to face him. She chuckled weakly before speaking just as he reached her. “Ha ha, how’s it going boss, what brings you-“Suddenly, before she could finish her final clause, her stomach was met with Masato’s left fist, which knocked the wind out of her. She gripped her stomach in pain and wheezed for breath as her Boss looked down on her. He would then face Arthur and offer him a chance to vent his frustration the orange haired Shizuka inflicted upon them both. “You’re welcome to take a few shots. It won’t make up for your injuries, nor time wasted. But it might be cathartic.” Wc: 800
  6. Masato was not surprised by Arthur’s desire to continue seeking answers; he didn’t seem the type to rest easy knowing a threat still loomed over Karakura. A threat that still struck fear in a hollow who accepted their death mere minutes ago. However, despite resolve in Arthur’s voice, Masato would inform his ally of their next destination, partially to prepare him to make the trip, but mostly to ascertain that he didn’t drag Arthur blindly to a place he didn’t want to go. "We are heading to Karakura High. She, the orange haired bitch, can most likely hear us right now. So there's no point in being discrete." Just as he spoke, several bandages emerged from his coat and wrapped around every wound visible on Arthur's body. The wrapping was tight enough to prevent the loss of blood, as Masato intended it to. Additionally, the bandages began to stitch the wounds together. Depending on Arthur's sensitivity to touch, he might’ve felt thin insertions into his skin from the miniscule threads that sew him up. "I hope that didn’t hurt too much.” Masato remarked as he tended to the wound on the hand he directly block Arthur's ferrule with. "Let’s go." Masato took off in a fast but comfortable speed for both himself and Arthur, who repurposed a takeaway box to carry the parasite. The prospect of which, the cyan clad Fullbringer found very humorous. But out of fear of being too insensitive, he would hold back his laughter, seeing the hollow's disgruntled face as it marinated in the residual food juices of whatever was served in the takeaway box. Instead, Masato would offer to hold the box before initiating a conversation with Arthur. “If you don’t mind me asking, what motivates you to do this?” wc: 295
  7. Masato wasn't particularly interested in the details of his teacher's panties, nor how the hollow managed to carry them. But as he did promise his partner answers, he elected to give the parasite the opportunity to reply to Arthur's perverted questions. "They were a black lingerie panties, not pants, and I wore them on my head until I made it to the orange haired girl. She never gave me a name. I thought I was trading them for my life and freedom, but she tried to kill me once I made the drop off, at Karakura high of all places." Masato cringed out how distastefully relaxed the hollow had become with regards to the shameful pantie theft it engaged in. "You're too carefree for a hollow trying to persuade us not to kill you." The hollows expression turned straight and serious. It would close its eyes and ponder briefly before brandishing a slight smirk while gazing towards the leafy ground and replying to Masato's remark. "There are 2 types of hollows that I know of. Those that try to survive at all cost; and those that make the most of the limited time they have before eaten by their peers, or slain by a Shinigami. Throughout my entire existence, up to that Halloween night I spent with Azami and that little girl, I lived to survive. But I'm tired of it. I've begged for my existence enough..." some tears would swell from the corners of the hollows eyes as it paused. *sniff* "If I have to do it again... after all I've risked to change, then what was the point of it all?!" Its face sharpened with determination as the flow of tears stopped. "Do what you have to do. I've lived my last moments to their fullest. Just tell Azami, I'm sorry I betrayed her trust!" "What do you want to do with him?" It was now Masato's time to silently ponder, but his answer would come much quicker, and less dramatic. "I don't buy that all of this happened for a pair of panties. Azami has the kind of temper to issue your death for something this petty. But Shizuka is too apathetic towards... anything that isn't peeping on kids, to spend the amount effort she did finding you. I also don't believe you're giving us the full story. I encountered hollows nearby that seemed just as eager to find you as I was. Wanna tell us about that?" The hollow's eyes shot open with surprise, but his lips remained sealed. "..." Masato would look down at the hollow with a mischievous smirk. "I thought so. If I were you, I would pray that whoever's secret you’re still keeping is worth it; for both our sakes.” He would then turn towards his next intended location before addressing Arthur. “I’m going to pay one of my employees a visit. You’re welcome to accompany me. I can tend to your wounds on our way.” Wc: 485
  8. Arthur demanded two names from the hollow while still pressing the tip of his umbrella against it. Though the questions were not directed to him, Masato still thought of the descriptions his ally used and wondered if he could've possibly knew one of them. "Number 1" was too vague for him to give much thought, but Orange hair... Arthur withdrew his umbrella from the hollows body, giving it a chance to answer. Masato would listen intently to all that the parasite had to say, as it did risk its life for him. Furthermore, of the only two humans with orange hair, Masato had a good reason to suspect one of them. "Number one-" The hollow's coughs of blood would interrupt before it continued, "The Primera Espada Tsukishima Higurashi, with all the havoc he's been making... I am surprised you haven’t heard of him." Masato was tired of getting blood on his coat, as such he created cyan bandages and wrapped them around the parasite as he asked for some elaboration. "What is his goal, and where do you come in the mix?" "I don't know what he wants exactly, but whatever it is, he's turning this world into hell to get it. I came here because under his leadership, Hueco Mundo was becoming more shitier than it already was. For 8 months, life in Karakura was easy. But everything changed during Halloween, when hollows suddenly flooded my hide out spots." (The increased Shinigami presence for the night of the wailing might be to blame for that) Masato hypothesized to himself before addressing the Hollow. "And this is when I get involved. Azami, the women dressed as a maid, spared your life that night. But you've done something to make her regret her decision. What did you do?" "..." The turned silent as panic engulfed his face. "Now's not the time to keep secrets." Masato's glare turned harsh as the bandages around the Hollow tightened. "I stole something from her, BUT I WAS FORCED TO, I DID'NT HAVE A CHOICE!" The Hollow confessed passionately. "Azami wants you dead badly.So whatever you stole, must have been important. what was it?" "Her pa... pa... I stole her panties." The hollow admitted lowly, though the presence of guilt or shame was missing from its tone. Masato squinched as he pitched the bridge of his nose with his right index and thumb fingers before making, what he assumed to be, the final connection in this puzzle of degeneracy. "This orange haired... woman, she wears large round glasses, quite short, and has a pretty squeaky voice?" The hollowed pondered briefly before confirming Masato's suspicions. "... It’s more nasally, but yeah that's her! After she threatened to kill me, I tried to hide, but she has eyes everywhere.” Masato would now address Arthur. The truth of their mission and current predicament was more humiliating to for himself, but after all he’d been through and invested, Arthur deserved the full truth. “I think I have the full picture of what’s going on. So I’ll fill you in if you’re still confused.” wc: 510
  9. The Hollow had already planned how to proceed after grabbing Arthur’s leg. (Time to abandon ship.) He decided since Masato sustained his first serious injury in his fight against their umbrella wielding opponent. As a vessel, Masato was one of a kind, and would’ve altered his life for the better. No longer would he be a bottom feeder, ass-kissing and begging to keep his own head. Masato’s strength was this pathetic hollow’s final beckon of hope, and like everyone else in his life, Masato rejected him; perpetually denying the hollow access to his full capabilities, even act the cost of both of their well beings. (Its fine, if I can lock this umbrella guy down, I should have enough time to run.) He thought as the cyan fingers of Masato’s coat successfully entrapped Arthur. The uppercut was a contingency in case the Fullbringer had any last tricks up his sleeves. Next he would turn around and detach himself from Masato, whose hood and body would provide enough cover to hide and flee under the bed of dead leaves, which covered this wood’s ground. But, in battle, nothing goes as planned. The interception of his uppercut was expected, but how quickly Arthur broke free from his grip wasn’t. (He can still move this fast with those injuries?!) The hollow thought as strands and ribbons shredded from Masato's coat where Arthur cut it. (Doesn’t matter, I can still turn around and-) Before he could finish the thought, he noticed a sudden stiffness in Masato’s body, signifying that his regaining of control was imminent. The parasite didn’t try much to break the paralysis, seeing it as too stiff to waste time on. (Shit!) The back of the hollow’s head pressed against the hard as steel interior of the coat; what once protected him from harm, now caged him in, actively participating in his demise. But there was a final option to explore, perhaps the only one left that would assure his safety from a certain Umbrella ferrule; moving from his current position, to behind Masato’s neck. Blood spattered within the confines of Masato’s coat as Arthur’s attack successfully reached its target. The hollow hacked blood onto the metal that punctured his center mass. He hadn’t any arms or legs to block, so using his body, the worm-like parasite stood between Masato’s neck and Arthur’s weapon. “D-damn. I guess this is it. It was fun while it lasted… right?” Masato glared in the direction of the hollow still tucked in his coats hood. Accompanying him, was the head of a beast attached to his coat, which looped above his right shoulder to stop the momentum of Arthur’s piercing strike. “No. it wasn’t.” Wc: 445
  10. “You’re too judgmental to understand.” The hollow murmured lowly as it observed Arthur’s attempts at blocking following the change in form of his umbrella. Every attack served its purpose of staving off Arthur so it could reclaim the amount of control it had at the start of their fight. Unfortunately, his efforts were futile and Arthur refused to give it more time, as he charged his left hand with the energy from the atmosphere before shooting a wind based gafu blast at Masato’s face. [*] The hollow raised the cyan hands it created before above his head and clasped their fingers before striking downward on Arthur’s projectile. Just as the wind shot was handled, the umbrella wielding Fullbringer would suddenly appear before Masato, thrusting the ferrule of his weapon towards his neck, where the hollow resided. [**] With little warning, it was forced to block the attack with Masato’s bear arms, as he curled them upwards, protecting himself and the hollow in the process. [1-2]the piercing of the umbrella into his left forearm was excruciatingly painful, compelling the to roar defiantly as Masato’s left cyan hand reached for Arthur’s right foot, and the right cyan swung upwards in hopes of upper cutting Arthur. WC: 200 ND: 445-77-150= 218
  11. [*] Seeing as Arthur approached and dropped to the floor sliding, the Hollow hardened the lower portions of Masato's coat to block whatever attacks his opponent made. The hits to Masato's calves, while not painful, still managed to break his balance, which was a great cause for concern to the parasite. Its vessel was barely injured and still full of energy, and yet, it didn’t have access to it. On the contrary, the longer the fight proceeded, the more uncertain the hollow became of his dominion over Masato's body. [**} A slight panic befell the hollow as it quickly twisted Masato's right arm backward, aiming to strike Arthur with backhanded punch. The back of his fist would instead slam into the side of his umbrella, knocking it aside to avoid getting tabbed into the back. [1] The hollow would follow up with a 360 degree horizontal whip of Masato’s tail to force Arthur away. “You having the luxury to sweat the semantics shows just how privileged and ungrateful you are to world you live in. For a hollow like me, born with this frail and useless body, in a merciless world with no support, or inherent strength to rely on, borrowing the strength of others is my only way to survive. I chose to flee that realm of savages and come here, but in your supposedly civil society, the treatment I’ve received is worse. Extorted and double crossed by that orange haired bitch! But things are different now that I have this body. I’m returning to Hueco Mundo and killing the ‘number 1’ and any of his lapdogs that get in my way. So leave me alone!” [2-3] Masato winded his bent arms back before punching them one after the other. Suddenly, two large cyan arms emerged from the scapula area of his coat and quickly stretched outwards in Arthur’s direction. The collective force of the attacks produced shockwaves that kicked up debris and dead leaves from the ground. WC: 330 ND: 950 - 255 - 175 - 75 = 445‬
  12. The parasitic hollow kept his eye's on, and saw through Arthur's fake, as since the beginning of the fight, the umbrella wielding human never misjudged the distance between himself and Masato this badly. Despite knowing the attack lacked intent, its true purpose was still unknown. As such, rushing an action in panic could've done more harm than good. Rather, he stayed alert with his tail on standby, still holding an umbrella after recovering from Arthur's interception. As the slash of Arthur's umbrella was nearing its end on Masato's left, its owner quickly reversed its trajectory, causing its ferrule to quickly stab at the hollow behind the cyan hood. Though the attack came close, Masato's tail was fast enough to pull his umbrella between his neck and Arthur's weapon. The hollow would command Masato to lean forward before it spoke, "‘Chūnibyō phase’? There’s no delusion here. With this body I AM-" it paused as a burgundy burst of reiatsu erupted from Masato's body, "INDESTRUCTIBLE!" its voice vibrated through the roars of its host's fluctuating energy. [*] The umbrella made as a joke merged back into Masato's coat after he used it one last time to push Arthur's umbrella away. [1] With this short window of opportunity, he charged his right hand in a fist before turning his legs, then hips, and lastly shoulders to deliver a powerful punch towards Arthur's chest. [2] As he pulled his arm back, his left side shifted into the lead. Naturally he would use his closes hand to continue his offense, as he wrapped his hand behind Arthur's head and pulled it down while simultaneously bringing his right leg up, to knee Arthur square in the face. [3] While Masato's right foot recovered from the knee strike he delivered, he was already synchronizing its landing with another attack. Just as his right foot touched the ground, Masato turned his left foot inward and completed a 360 degree spin with his right foot trailing behind slightly, before its heels met Arthur's right ribs in a wheel kick. WC: 340 ND: 1275 - 250 - 75 = 950
  13. [*] Masato, stood straight and didn’t even flinch as he hardened his muscles and partially blocked Arthur's umbrella in its downward swing. The cut was shallow, but deep enough to draw blood, which quickly spattered outward, some most likely onto Arthur. He raised his chin too look down on Arthur while grinning, as he did, his coat sewed itself together in seconds. [1] Masato raised his left knee, then quickly thrusted his upper body backwards to generate power for the forward kick he delivered to Arthur's stomach region (139 Speed). The movement of his leg was concentrated and the weight of it was especially heavy, as the hollow did wish to create some distance and extra time to mock Arthur. "Fuck outta here!" he taunted while lowering his leg, and pulling his purple blade back into Masato's coat. [2] "hey hey, that's a pretty nice weapon, mind if I?" The Hollow inquired while gesturing to Masato's right hand before flinging it, causing a cyan umbrella to emerge from its sleeve. Catching the curve of its handle with Masato's middle finger, the hollow slowly swirled the umbrella before grabbing hold of its handle. "Spear form!" it gave its best impression of Arthur as Masato threw the umbrella towards Arthur. She umbrella soared and spun horizontally, but given how poor it's aerodynamics were, the speed and strength left much to be desired. [3] "Tsk," the parasite sucked his teeth in disappointment. Masato's tail would zip forward and catch the umbrella's handle before whipping it around and sweeping for Arthur's left knee. [4] Masato would then rush his fastest to Arthur's right while winding his left leg for a kick to his opponent's right. WC: 280 ND: 1700-225-150= 1325 1275 (corrected from based on ND corrections)
  14. A resounding thud was pronounced when Arthur’s right foot met Masato’s. The sweep was a failure as Arthur managed to stay standing, leaving Masato in an awkward and floored position. His sword strike didn’t have much success either, considering Arthur’s deflection resulted in Masato’s blade targeting his own leg. As embarrassing as cutting his own leg off might’ve been, not having his back to his opponent was a more pressing Matter in the Hollow’s mind, and with the control of his tail, the falling blade actually provided him an opportunity to take away the free leverage he gave Arthur with his exaggerated kick. Masato’s tail twisted his sword to angle its tip downward, causing it to pierce the ground and provide an anchor for what was to come next. [*] With his hands, left foot, and his tail’s assistance, Masato pressed against the floor to raise his body with a counter clockwise horizontal spin. In the process, his right heel was pulled back closer to his chest, then release quickly in his ascension from the floor to clash into Arthur’s downward umbrella strike with a wheel kick. [**] To balance himself, masato’s arms needed to be extended outward, leaving his chest open for a direct hit. Unfortunately for his opponent, the fortress that was Masato’s coat was designed to counter this very situation. As he turned his head to notice Arthurs Reiatsu attack, he hardened his coat to fully tank the hit. [1-2] The left hand extended outward made grabbing his weapon the natural action in recovering from his kick. His grip was reversed when he pulled in from the ground and struck at Arthur’s neck with its hilt. Then swiftly, in the same of motion, he pulled his left hand inward, giving the blade an opportunity to slice the throat his hilt just crushed in two. [3] For good measure, his tail pointed and thrusted towards Arthur’s abdomen, or hip, depending on how he handled Masato’s earlier attacks. WC: 330 ND: 2172 - 405= 1770
  15. Though he managed to evade the blade and keep his left hand, Arthur was still eager to injure himself as he shot the Gafu blast directly towards Masato’s attack, hurting them both in the process. The small explosion created from Arthurs left hand did little to stop Masato’s twirl, much less the circling purple weapon he held. thus Arthur's solution to Masato’s repositioning spin was one of his own to match. Upon successfully parrying what the Hollow threw at him, Arthur returned two attacks in rapid succession. [*] the first was to Masato's right side. With a counter clockwise twist of his left wrist, Masato angled the tip of his blade downward and held the top side of his right forearm against the blunt edge of his blade to support his block. Arthur’s weapon was then raised high before slashing downwards to Masato’s right shoulder. [**] However, blocking the second attack in his current position wasn’t difficult as it only required a shift of his blades position from vertical to horizontal. The weight of the umbrella was felt upon the ground Masato stood as it cratered just beneath his two feet. However unlike the ground, Masato would not give in. [1] Masato pushed against Arthur’s umbrella to free himself from that defensive position. He threw his blade in the air and lowered his center of gravity with a backwards twist of his torso and bending both knees. With both hands on the ground, his back (right) foot swept forward, aiming to kick Arthur’s right ankle with his heel, and knock him to the ground. [2] Perfectly synced with the sweep was his tail, which swirled around the blade’s handle and cut straight downward across Arthur’s face. WC: 285 ND: 2597 - 425 = 2,172‬ Actions
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