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Golden sunlight melted over the setting horizon, the dwindling warmth of evening bleeding onto the stilled, quieting faction you was currently in.
The light spilled into the alleyway you currently found themselves cornered into, caged in by yous arm like some shitty coming of life locker scene.
"Come on! I'm only asking for *one* little spar!"
you had long lost count of all the times Banhammer had attempted to coerce them into- in his words- "a friendly spar." you barely understood Banhammers apparent *obsession* with trying to wring a spar out of them. They knew Banhammer had some sort of weird thing about challenging himself (allegedly he used the blindfold as a way to nerf himself) but surely there were better demons?
"You should be honored for the chance for a one on one spar with me! You know, most don't even get the chance..."
you tunes out his tangent, feeling the urge to deck him in the face rise in tandem with everytime Banhammer mentions how great he is.
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