As soon as that recollection crossed his mind, the bandit was overcome with energy. Back to his feet, fists clenched at his sides, there was a venomous snarl of anger spreading across the bandit's beak.

"You...!"

"This isn't going to end how you remember it! Not this time! You're going DOWN!"

At the end, a small twist. He'd swing his fist from almost ground level, rising into an uppercut that he hoped would slip right under his foe's guard and catch them square in the gut.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya!"

His other arm then slung back, as a whirlwind appeared briefly around his feet, causing a gust throughout the arena, then dying off.

"I'd tell ya to start running, but it's a little too late for that! So just try not to cry when I flatten your face, okay?"

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