[His grip lands and the brawny metal arm is wrenched around - back. There's a powerful line of resistance in it, a brute strength even in the way the avatar's arm is cranked back. He turns his hand, drops his shoulder and elbow and moves to drive forward into the Darkling as his other fist swings for a midsection shot.]
Really? [There automaton brawler isn't capable of expression, but there's something like a crooked grin in the low crackle of Kun-Kun's voice transmission, low enough that it's just for the Darkling.] About twenty minutes.
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Really? [There automaton brawler isn't capable of expression, but there's something like a crooked grin in the low crackle of Kun-Kun's voice transmission, low enough that it's just for the Darkling.] About twenty minutes.
[Call it a whim.]