02-03-2013, 11:54 AM
As Mischief's palm came into contact with Axel's cheek, he bit his lip and tried not to get way too riled up. He in exchange gave Mischief his slap back, except twice as hard. At the rate this was going, the real fight probably wasn't going to start for a while. Axel brushed off the comments about his mother tucking him in and gave an amused snicker as his opponent bowed. Mischief seemed to love making jokes about him being a mother's boy--and well, everything else that that made them different. "Oh, charming. You should definitely start up your own comedy show around here. I'm sure you'd draw a large audience." Words dripping with sarcasm, Axel ignored his grammar teacher's voice in his head, screaming "INCORRECT GRAMMAAAAAAAR!"
By this time, the crowd had gotten a lot bigger, and the people had started to chant, "Fight, fight, fight....!" in their eagerness to see a brawl. A couple of people even seemed to be setting bets on the winner of the fight. Sadly, most of them were betting on Mischief to win. Axel readied himself for the real fight to begin, and examined his situation for a good first move.
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