An easy match. Frail, pathetic, a few pocket tricks up a long sleeve and long hair to get in the eyes. Really. This match couldn't have been simpler.
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"... so they both screamed 'HEY LOOK OVER THERE IT'S THE IDIOT PERSON YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON' before shooting each other in the nose while looking where the other person directed them to." Lang finished up with a straight face.
Magus stared at the arena for a moment. "Who fell first?"
"Kinda impossible to tell, it was practically simul-"
Suddenly, Angelo's body disappeared in a puff of black smoke as Magus turned away. "He reminds me of that idiot frog."
"... Well. Cool, Antenora wins. That makes things easier on me." Lang said after a minute.
