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<span class="mu-b">“AND IN THE NEXT CORNER, WEEE HAVE A RETURNING FAVORITE! SHE IS THE QUEEN OF MEAN! SHE’S BROKEN MORE LIMBS THAN SHE HAS HEARTS, AND SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD MANAGED TO SNEAK A KNIFE PAST SECURITY IN AT LEAST A DECADE! HERE SHE IS…<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">TAAAAAARANTULAAA</span></span>!”</span>
As the audience applauded, the young girl from before stepped into the room, clearly wanting to have the more dramatic entrance. She whipped her long, multicolored hair back, tied it with a ribbon and threw a few punches to impress the crowd. She was young, and likely overconfident, but she had great form.
Tarantula entered the cage as well, and the announcer shut and locked it behind her. It was a futile gesture, considering how this was a place for superhumans to duke it out. But then again, who’d come here of all places if they were scared of getting a little hurt. This was obviously an arena for seasoned fighters that were confident in their abilities. And then there was you. The suped up mutie who got bit by a spider earlier this week.
Honestly? Seeing this girl now, you’re starting to like your odds a little better.
<span class="mu-b">“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEE!”</span>
There was the ring of a bell, and both of you were moving before you even realized it.
What will you do?
>Web her feet and punch her square in the face while she’s recovering.
>Trade with her. She doesn’t look that tough.
>Snag the top of the cage and pull yourself up for a devastating knee-strike.
>Web her chest and pull her into a massive clothesline.
>Make her look bad by expertly avoiding all of her blows.
>Write-in.
