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*If you're around the stores downtown, you may see a large man kicking up faint blue sparks as he walks around, appraising buildings. He's also talking to himself, and if you listen closely, you can hear him. It's like an old detective movie monologue.*

"An' that was it. I kicked that bitch through fifty floors o' 'er own palace. After that, I 'ad my own body, an' 'nuff power ta tear a 'ole back 'ome. But as I stood in the ruins, that idiot decided ta pick a fight with me. As we traded blows, I was 'bout ta go all out. An' then I realized that the idiot? The idiot was nearly dead, an' 'e was stickin' ta 'is promise ta gimme as good as I gave. So I knocked 'im out. I let 'is friends save 'im, and left." *Cyril sighs and starts checking out another building.*

"I wanted ta find somethin' like 'e 'ad. An' so, I thought that night. My emperors disbanded in front o' me. Ti-Nah, Haru. She went off ta become a model someplace. Fridge called e'rythin' a faggot an' went on 'is merry way. Neckbeard? I dunno where 'e went off ta. Maybe I'll see 'im again, one day. Finally, Ari? Well, Ari decided she was stickin' with me, through thick or thin or whatever the 'ell 'appens. Gotta respect idiocy like that."

"An' me? Well... I'm becomin' a detective. I'm gonna solve problems people come ta me with." *with that, he puts on a wide-brimmed black hat. It's rather snazzy and attractive.*

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*he dashes forward and tries to kick her in the face. With fire. It's not a 'I killed Myey with this kicked' but just a regular fire kick.*

*Kicked, goes rolling, oddly enough puts out the flames before they do any serious damage.*

Tch! Nice hit!

*Sprinting forward, seemingly ducking and weaving to throw a lightning punch into Cyril's face.*

*Cyril makes his own tching noise as he takes the lightning punch and rolls with it. Who the hell are you, Benimaru?*

"Ya ain't bad yerself!"

Thanks!

*Drops down onto her hands, attempting to sweep Cyril's legs out from underneath him.

*As she drops, Cyril drops with her. ...With his elbow to the back of her head.*