Crocodealio<br/>A toothy grin spread across her face as she took his countershove, try as he might she was still stronger than he was; she remained in place like a brick wall. Instead of getting pushed she chose to throw her arms around him, squeezing him in an anaconda grip, taunting him in a singsong voice that dissolved into giggles "Try and try but you'll never beat my reptilian might!"<br/><br/>Socks<br/>Although he normally kept the detatched manner of a cat, he couldn't help but be too absorbed in Hiiro's fight, going so far as to ignorre the other screens. His friend was getting her butt handed to her on a silver platter and it took every ounce of strength not to push the button and let her out. Nothing was able to stop him from cringing every time a blow was landed on her.<br/>"Come on either tap out or get better than this. I know you can outdo him."<br/>He was shaking, nervous energy making it impossible to keep a single muscle still. "Come on think, you're little and fast. he's a big hulking brute. You can move come on..."<br/>The cat boy had to move his hand away from the button to avoid pressing it, "Or tap out for me.."<br/>She wrote on the wall. Whethere she liked it or not he was taking it as a signal. He hit the button and sprinted down to the room where she was. There was a chance this guy wouldn't let her go easilly, which was why he had knives casually strapped to his legs despite his nonactive role. "Alright you proved your point let her go."<br/>He pulled a vicious knife from it's sheath as he spoke a vicious threat even if he didn't intend to make good on it, "She's had more than enough. Let her be so she can get looked at."<br/>He felt the pupils of his golden eyes turn to slits, not intending to make good on a threat didn't mean he wouldn't.<br/><br/>Sparky'stensecoundsfrompeeinghispants<br/>When all the mats were up, or at least most of them, he took a second to look at his opponants footware. in his days of being horrible at controlling his electrical currents he'd learned very well what conducted and didn't conduct electricity. Leather moccasins wouldn't be blocking anything. If it didn't kill the simulation it might kill his yellow eyed friend. Thomas stopped and dropped to the floor so fast that the yellow eyed man tripped over him. He threw both of his hands to the metal floor and focused so hard he thought his brain would burst.<br/>It started with sparks, then lightning erupted through the room with a deafening CRACK.