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((Right-o! This should speed things up a bit! Just PM me if I need to make some kind of change, Dragon-Sama!))
Jiro snapped; who was this upstart to talk to him like that?! Without any warning, the street fighter made a mad-dash right for Jango.
"Time to shut you up!" With his fist pulled back, he swung a wide punch right for Jango. Jango, however, was able to lean back, gliding against the railing and avoiding the punch to his head. Every punch came hard, but they also came wide and wild. Jiro kept trying to aim for Jango's face and knock the smirk right off of it, but he could evade each punch with ease.
(Dammit!) Jiro noticed, however, Jango wasn't moving at all. He could shfit his head, but how about his body. Pulling his arm back, he tried to aim a punch right for his gut, but that was when Jango moved, dashing right in front of Jiro!
Was he insane?! Maybe, but now Jango was right on top of him! Jango had a few inches on Jiro, but now at this range, he couldn't throw a good punch! He felt smothered! But at least Jango was in the same spot he was!
KA-POW!
Jiro felt his eyes begin to roll back behind his head. What the hell happened?! In a second, a fist had suddenly landed right in his gut and had him falling to his knees! Just where the hell did that coming from! From so close up, there was no way in hell Jango could've punched him...r-right? However it happened, Jiro was now on the ground, clutching his gut and gasping for breath.
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