"Brawl!" Yelled the announcer.
And that standing still little man bursted in running speed towards Diddy. Before Diddy kong could even raise his fist, he had already felt a swift punch up his jaw like a mantis strike. And like a shot eagle, he fell to the ground so violently, he could feel his heartbeat stuttering.
When Diddy Kong was about to move his arms to get up, Little Mac grabbed him by his red shirt and picked him up over his head. A lightning swift green glove smashed upon the face of Diddy Kong between the eyes as hard as a sludge hammer. Diddy Kong could feel his veins rip and swell like a balloon, and he could feel his wet blood sliding down from his head so freely. But still Little Mac winded his arm back, and with all the physical force he could gather up, he swung his arm like a wrecking ball into the face of Diddy Kong once again. And opened his palm that held Diddy in mid air. Diddy Kong fell on the ground back first, rushing rivers of blood traveled up and down from his face, and a sickness of bruise grew between his eyes. But Diddy Kong was no punching bag, he was here for a reason, his blood boiled for violence like any other other warriors. And like a graceful bird, he jumped from the ground into the air, and dropped kicked Little Mac square on the chest, and knocked him down to the ground in shock.
"I see fire in your eyes boy, but I see no soul," said Diddy Kong. "Just fire, you strive to fight and look where it's got you, trapped in a place that makes you fight," said Diddy Kong. "You're like a Gray Birch Tree boy, you eventually lose your soul."
Little Mac looked at Diddy with the coldest of stares, his body shook violently as he got up, "What did you say!" Said Little Mac.
"Did I struck a nerve boy, you're like a walking infrared dot, just by looking at you I can find your weakpoints," said Diddy Kong. "I just calls it like I sees it."
Little Mac was about to lunge at Diddy Kong in blinded rage when something struck Mac in the forehead. It was as quick as a shooting star, and as small as a mouse. Immediately he put his hands on his wound, and looked at Diddy. Who was holding a wooden gun, with dark smoke descending from the calibre hole, and when he looked to the ground. He saw wooden pieces on the ground, with smoke rising from it. Diddy Kong saw his opportunity, he lunged himself at little mac, his legs and arm held on to Little Mac tightly. Diddy Kong closed his eyes, and with all the neck muscle he could hold, he headbutted Little Mac on the forehead with great force. The high pitch sound in Diddy Kong's head was screeching like a banshee, but he still whipped his head back, and like a hammer he swung it at the same spot on Little Mac's forehead.
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