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THERE HE GOES AGAIN WITH A SURPRISE ATTACK, KNOCKING HIS OPPONENT RIGHT OFF THE FLOOR AND ONTO THEIR BACK!
And the crowd goes wild. They're screaming, shouting profanities, booing, hollering, whooping, celebrating the victory of which belonged to Sun. He thrives in this. It's rather ironic how he doesn't like the sudden loud noises, but these are something he can handle. THIS right here is what he knows and this is what he's always lived doing. He really thrived in this atmosphere. Look at how he soaks all the cheers and praises like a sponge, completely ignoring the negative feedbacks he was receiving.
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Seated on the outside benches just at the entrance that would have led someone down the underground fight club, Sun is cleaning off the blood from his injuries. His tail wraps around his ankle loosely as he focuses on each and every wound he's sustained. Bruises are covered with ice packs he grabbed from inside and taped them around his right arm, left leg. for now, just places he could reach without taking off his enormous hoodie.
"HI." Sun says, almost a little too cheerfully for someone who was bloodied and bruised. He saw her among the crowd. Sun saw everyone who came in, even in his mid fights.
"Did you see how I jumped on him?! I never did that before so I'm super happy that it got me my victory, HAHA!"
