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“I WILL BATTLE YOU AS MANY TIMES AS IT IS NECESSARY.”

How dare you all accuse America of cheating at checkers. A good wholesome board game like that deserves clean honest playing. Guile is a patriot. It wasn't like we were playing Chinese checkers or something. OH. I went there. Just kidding. He probably flipped the board.

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"Ohh still a family man I see~ Good to know you're still holdin' up American Man." Juri smirked a bit, winking with her visible eye.

"There's always one thing that's for certain. Leave it to types like you to run your mouth. Better yet, to blatantly parade about in the open." Hardly drawing on the fact any mention of his family might have agitated him, his form already shifted into a more fight appropriate stance.

#gecmi

@domiitor

#this movie i swear

heartxripper-archived-deactivat

Earthrealm’s bars were usually less… dangerous than your regular Outworld’s establishment. Back to his home realm, most people left Kano be, his appearance and attitude alone usually enough to keep strangers at bay. Needless to say, he was less than pleased when someone DARED to simply walk up to him, tossing one of his Black Dragon aside as if he weighed nothing. Well then, that was enough to intrigue the Australian. His brow lifted at this COMMAND he received, before a grin split his face in two. Oh, this one had NO idea what he was getting himself into.

He could care less about the state of his mercenary, or that girl he was talking to moments ago, that blond was his only focus now, both eyes -cybernetic and organic- staring at him. Sure, he looked strong and just proved those muscles weren’t just for show, but he was nothing Kano wouldn’t be able to deal with and he had been itching for something a bit more PHYSICAL than just talk. A late night brawl would be more than welcome. Both hands landed heavily on the wooden table as he got up, leaning forward, all smile, the blades on his back glinting in the dim lighting of the bar.

“Watch your tone with me, mate. I won’t be as nice as I was her if you keep goin’ on like this. Yanks like ya are all the same, love pissing me off- but believe me, sport, ‘s not what you wanna do.”

solidfighter-blog

A closer look threatened his curiosity further. Despite such he hadn't forgotten the young woman who'd thankfully saw the unfolding back and forth. Even he knew that things wouldn't particularly go 'favorably'. Physical altercations had merely been a day to day, something he made certain to well prepared for. His nerves remained collected all the same while examining the artificial eye accenting the others face.

Quiet, his contemplation on it fell to the wayside the moment he heard the others snide remark. Australian no doubt; from the others build as well he had assumed physical training had been a standard. From there, the heavy smell of alcohol mingled with cigarette smoke could have very well blended with the bar itself.

"Are you going to run your mouth or actually do something?"

AMERICA, FUCK YEAH! COMIN' AGAIN TO SAVE THE MOTHERFUCKIN' DAY, YEAH! AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!

*THEME INTENSIFIES.*

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I bet you think women belong in the kitchen. You wouldn't fight a woman either.

"I've no need to defend myself against the likes of a faceless coward. I've fought women and if anything I'd prefer doing the chores and letting my wife rest her feet. A man who can't support his family has no place owning one. You can take your half-baked assumptions and run away."

How would your muse describe my muse's eyes?

@heartxripper

The commotion had gone on far too long, despite his brief reprieve from his mission he'd seemingly failed to escape any and all 'rough customers'. But it had been the discouraged sounds of a woman being subjected to the verbal 'advances' of an Australian which finally had him dismiss the steak in front of him. The 'establishment' had been more of a dive bar. But the jeep parked out front had been a gift from the nearby military base. He wasn't in his home country, such had been glaringly obvious. Rising however, he carried no symbol marking him as an American soldier. Rather, the scene before him had given him more than enough reason to ask. It had been two men, one with a strange appearance and another large soldier. Intruding on the table, it had been the other man not occupied with the woman who smirked and placed a palm against Guile's chest. Smirking, he was met with the blonde's gaze. Brow inclining, the sudden movement on Guile's part had sent the man flying into the wall. "I'm sure the lady's made her point obvious. She's not interested so beat it before you end up like your friend there." Something though had itched at the back of his mind, this one stuck out far more than the other. And he'd nearly been itching to ask.

@youngfuryfire

"You've got a lot to learn. Confidence will only get you so far, in life and especially in fighting." The large training mat had been laid out particularly for the pair. Given it had been in the man's front yard, by suggestion alone one could have assumed the pair had been familiar with one another. His daughter's friend, certainly but he knew she had been an impressive fighter for someone of her age. Knuckles flexed as he assumed his stance. "Come at me with everything you've got, private."

Now time to post some starters and try to give off the impression that I didn't just break the SF fandom with American Patriotism.

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