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You know the issue with boxers are? Beyond their lack of style they have no patience. Good at taking a punch - which is an asset when you sprint face first into a wall, as Butcher here demonstrates - but there's deplorable lack of style about the whole affair. You slug it out and the one who stays standing is the one who wins. Where's the panache?
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With new eyes up high we get a good overview of the alleys and twisting streets. Looks like the Slicerats are gathering in front of their building down south a-ways. Looks like we've got the right one, as far as it matters. But there's rather a few more of them than expected and they don't all look like they've studied footwork by seeing how long they can stay standing while drunk. Hm. Let's. . . hold a sec, get a lay of the land.
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Abgnetation demonstrates roof scaling technique with grace and winsome mystery - Spiders, Man! just climbs. Somewhat like his namesake. Listen, buddy, you know when you pick a mask name it's meant to have panache? Charm? Grace? A little touch of laugh about it, for the sake of the story? The Butcher instills fear! Abnegation? A little monk-like, but what client wouldn't WANT to hire they who put themselves last and thus by implicit implication the job first? Mock? Well, mock your enemies! Slip? Well, hard to catch. And so it goes. When you call yourself Spiders, Man, you give all of us a collective bad rep. Okay? I'm just letting you. They're laughing at you out there. In the vast rumor web of the city oh I see what you did there. Okay maybe it's not as bad as all that.
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Klaunn gets first hand acquainted with scratchy thorn thistle, more weed than good park plant material, but luckily they have the Grit to resist the annoying thorn-pricks.
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Everyone take a second, let's just go through the footwork...
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