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Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
The city in the sky was in ruins. Just a few weeks ago, it had been bright as the sunny sky that was common and regular. Now it was bleak and gray as the storm clouds all around. The town square had been bustling with people, businesses open and booming. Now all had fled, leaving buildings and business stands long abandoned. What had once been a beautiful town that one would deem “painting worthy” was now a ruined, burning, and torn landscape.
And yet two people dared to brave the harsh elements in spite of the environmental hazards and the threat of the people responsible: the Vox Populi.
One was a tall man who had obviously seen better days judging by his untidy hair and beard stubble. He was dressed in a button-up shirt, sleeveless jacket, pinstripe trousers, and a tie that looked very hastily-thrown-on. On his belt