>>19386324The murmur and noise from the crowd are drowned out by a ringing, and the deafening thump of a heartbeat. As the victorious pair ascend the ramp - blissfully relishing in their victory, a gloved pair of hands plant on the barricade railing. They slide across the surface, as if clearing it. The motion of the crowd obscures the single dark dot moving in an unusual manner.
>[Precise Course of Action]With a deep breath, the figure dips down into a quick squat, hands still gripping the railing.
>[Clear message]The figure hops up and, with a *CLANK*, the soles of their boots land on the railing. Their body is oriented towards the World Champion.
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