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"Well, look who it is. I must say, you put on quite the show there. And a quick one too if I might add."
Kassandra heard the familiar British voice, belonging to an albino haired saru. The genius behind the voice was floating atop a chair nearby, a wine glass in hand and some sort of digital pad he was typing into with the other. It was Specter.
"Come now, you didn't think I would skip an opportunity to collect this much data? So many fighters, so little time." Specter shook his head. "But alas, Kassandra, we meet again."
Specter halted his chair after he reached eye level with her, the smirking simian raised a glass, acknowledging her making it past the first round with relative ease.
Rinku
A beach. Again? Well didn't say sharks were known for their creativity. Rinku shook his head, both in pity and amusement. Maybe this one would be a bit predictable, but maybe the demon's vigor and battle lust would counter balance that somewhat. Either way. Rinku dropped down from the AI, sticking his hands in his pockets as he hit the ground.
"Why don't we spice it up? Let's throw in some urban punk stuff in there."
Turns out, Beam and Rinku were on similar wavelengths. As the AI took their requests, a beautiful beachside appeared, overlooking a large body of dark blue water. More inward, it seemed as if street life vomited all over the map. Skate parks, random walls littered with graffiti, and random cement blocks that looked like they were placed without rhyme or reason were peppered throughout. In the center, a big soundstage was placed, alongside a seaside bar, rows of chairs, and several cans of spray paint and soda.
"Looks like we are here big guy." Rinku mused. "Go on then. I know you wanna start."
Rinku had his back facing the shark, smirking to himself. Preparing a movement with his arm out of field of view of his opponent, he had already begun his strategy.