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- His head had nearly been detached. One arm, thankfully not the Omnitrix-bearing arm, was property of the enemy. All his body was ravaged by sand and various acidic poisons left over from the battle with Anti which happened not long ago. He was surrounded by at least eight powerful enemies, probably one more invisible foe judging by the footprints and his own intuition- not exactly trying to be subtle. And one of them had just punched him hard as a truck in the gut.
- There was no use complaining, or justifying his situation. The noose was tight around him, and his Praetor was occupied fending off the chain-wielder and the Lantern. He'd have to twist his way out somehow. Focus. The blow from Knuckles had skipped him clear across the sand dunes, so he had some time before his enemies caught up to him.
- - Round 2
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