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hey u suk
*cziri jumps in*

lawl u n00bs

*1000 CS players appear in the arena, as they can't find Pepper's fight. And since they're nubs, they use astericks lole*

okay big boy
> smile

no u
*gives u tha finga*

Cziri was only wearing a tight black skin glove, supplemented by a robe forced down by binds of string. It wasn't overly eccentric, and allowed him to move with ease, though he could move with ease in almost any costume, but that's not really relevant to this fight, y'know?

Cziri's right foot moved rather slowly infront of his left foot, taking a ready position on the ball of his foot, his heel raised. He had no reason to move with haste, as his opponent was at the other side of the arena, and would do all the moving for him. His right hand was slowly folding out of the "flicking" position into a fist, twitching every so often, denoting something powerful taking place. His left foot was raised, and was moving very slowly towards its destination, frozen in air by the time Mors would be near impact range. Every one of his biothreads were loosening and tighting, pulling on the strange plates within his body, everything was syncronizing, no part unused. If Cziri's "jaw threads" weren't in use, they would move around the plates and tie themselves in a more effective formation in order to help his combat manuver. The "plate" near his left hand had manuvered itself to the center of his left palm, adding extra support to the core of his fist. The direction was not specified, and by simply running at him it was probably like some reckless running punch, one which could easily be countered.

Cziri's idle muscles, or so they seemed, sprung into motion and sped his solid left arm to slam into the incoming fist with the utmost speed and precision. His arm seemed to have no limits to the angles at which it could bend, blocking and meeting his opponent's arm with his own forearm and "backhand." The fist would be stopped by this effective counter before it could even reach Cziri's main body. There was a thing about Cziri's arm, the threads had grown barbs, everyone of these microscopic cell-sized threads, and so Mors would feel one hell of an "ouch."

Ahh, but that was not all. Cziri's body was a more effective chemical body and had an entirely different structure than a humans, it only appeared to look similar, but in reality it was a lot different, and to some it was considered "invincible." His body had started converting mass amounts of stored biochemical energy (from his plantlike nature) and transforming it into brute kinetic force. He used his right arm as the catalyst, and even the threads were being broken by the immense charge, once the amount had broke its limiter, it was released in a quick movement from his restrained, held-back arm into a fist that seemingly moved at the speed of lightning, not the speed of light, but still rather fast. The kinetic force would travel out of Cziri's effective anti-kinetic structure, into Mors, perhaps shattering him into a pile of blood from the sheer force. If Cziri's threads, specifically meant for resisting damage and storing energy, were harmed by such an immense conversion, what would happen to that little insect. The force would travel through Cziri's fist, taking on the form of his arm, and if necessary, it would continue to travel in a beam with the same thickness and width of his arm, traveling through superheated air particles, but that really wouldn't happen if Mors was hit dead-on. Needless to say if it hit, Cziri would be sent back from the sheer force.