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I wonder if the flag works in the club...
After doing a couple of simple warm-up exercises, Garret walked back and forth, waved his arms, inhaled and exhaled, and cracked his joints. He glanced at his opponent – an ordinary-looking guy, not scarred, but since he came here, he must be able to do something. Sisiandre, on the other hand, got a muscular redhead as her opponent. A male version of Erefir? Let's see how she handles him.
Having warmed up, Garret stands opposite the guy and gives him a creepy, burning grin.
— Well, kid, get ready for a beating. Let's go.
After doing a couple of simple warm-up exercises, Garret walked back and forth, waved his arms, inhaled and exhaled, and cracked his joints. He glanced at his opponent – an ordinary-looking guy, not scarred, but since he came here, he must be able to do something. Sisiandre, on the other hand, got a muscular redhead as her opponent. A male version of Erefir? Let's see how she handles him.
Having warmed up, Garret stands opposite the guy and gives him a creepy, burning grin.
— Well, kid, get ready for a beating. Let's go.