β ππ πππππ ππ! β
#π¨πππππππππ / #π¨πππππ
He raises his foam finger high and shouts until his lungs gives out. Even thinking it will probably be drowned out by the crowd he gives it a shot.
When youβre cornered you tend to fight a lot harder than you ever have before.
If they can push through hard enough against these two than maybeβ¦
βYou overcame one storm, I know you can do it again..β
βStorm..Fire what can he even do here?β
He looks around scratching his head before seeing another next to him stand up. A glimpse catches his gaze and before he can turn his head back to investigate..theyβre gone. Like nothing was ever there.
They are fighting well as seen by their last fight they keep improving themselves. But these opponents are like walls..one of them very intent on not letting themselves even be chipped.
His hands were clasped together in stress at the current push and pull situation between all three opponentsβ¦albeit as close as his hands can be to being clasped..
He was wearing a foam finger on his right hand.
α΄Κα΄ κ±α΄α΄Κα΄ α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄α΄
.
α΄Κα΄Κ ΚΚα΄α΄α΄ α΄ΚΚα΄α΄Ι’Κ α΄Κα΄ κ±α΄Κ Ιͺα΄κ±α΄Κκ°, α΄Κα΄α΄α΄
κ± α΄α΄Κα΄ΙͺΙ΄Ι’...
κ°α΄Κ α΄Κα΄ α΄‘α΄ΚΚα΄
α΄α΄ κ±α΄α΄.
#π¨πππππππππ
Clenches his fist, resolve building within him as this match comes to an end. He shoots up in his seat yelling as loud as he can. His own stubbornness activating from seeing such resolve from this elemental battle.
βIt has to! Iβll make sure of it! NOW END THIS, AGITO!β













