[There's a close, breathless exhale - a pained laugh, a vibrant muscle sensation of something like delight for the Darkling's annoyance. Fantastic. Good. He knows what it's like to be frustrated; it feels like he's spent the past ten days chewing on that. There's something like gut deep satisfaction for that to be on someone else for a change.
Kun-Kun lets him go or maybe the Darkling simply slips his pain-loosened grip. Either way, they're momentarily at odds: not so much a retreat as a moment of preparation, of regrouping. A sense of readiness passes through the air, as electric as the pulse of the crowd pressing thick around the combat zone. Across the zone on the other fighter platform, Adetkunbo is grinning.
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Kun-Kun lets him go or maybe the Darkling simply slips his pain-loosened grip. Either way, they're momentarily at odds: not so much a retreat as a moment of preparation, of regrouping. A sense of readiness passes through the air, as electric as the pulse of the crowd pressing thick around the combat zone. Across the zone on the other fighter platform, Adetkunbo is grinning.
Yes indeed, they're very busy men...]