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Elite tried to dodge, but she got launched instead with the ground torn up as easy as knife through butter. But Elite stayed in the air, hovering and stilled smiled. "You're good!" She said in admiration and respect, giving her opponent a respectful salute.

Just before suddenly slamming her palms together to create an earsplitting thunderclap in an attempt to get Vento to lose her balance. Does she succeed?

She indeed succeeds, Vento temporarily losing focus she jumps back "Interesting.." She'd jab her club into the ground performing another dance not too generate harsh wind, this dance is now creating basically almost invisible blades that attempted to smack her a knock her off balance since this wasnt a real battle

Elite found it next to impossible to see the blades that happened to be almost invisible to her. She saw them too late and gets hit, knocked off balance and out of the air too. She landed, once again, on the ground. She then slammed the ground so hard, it broke up and kept tearing up as it made a trail leading up to Vento in an attempt to knock her down.

Vento began to run to check on her "Elite, are you ok?!" she yelled seemingly worried

She smiled, "I'm fine." Then suddenly leaped at her as she attempted to knock her down to the ground with her on top. If successful, she tried pinning Vento down and giggles.

Vento laughs, allowing this "Alright I yield!" She'd begin to get up "Your so strong, good job!"

Laughing, she helped her up if Veto allowed and grinned, "Good spar, Veto!"

Vento raises a brow "Veto?" She'd smirk "Ok then, good spar El!" She'd snicker

(Vento! Sorry! lol)

(Its fine lol)

Cairo claps his hands with a huge smile "man that fight was better than tv! You two might even be better than six arm sinner" He says praising the two combatants

The sound of a broken music-box playing the song 'Happy Birthday' is quietly going in the storage-room of Trixie's Bar... Creepy...

Nicki hears the sound of the music box. "Oh no, not again."

It seems someone is in the storage-room, listening to this said music-box...

Nicki's CIA training kicks in. Keeping a hand on her sidearm, she sneaks closely towards the storage room. She places her foot against the door and kicks it open. "On the ground, now!"

Birthday Boy looked to the door, eyes wet with tears, terrified of whatever came through the door.
He fell down to the floor and sobbed out, "M'on th'ground!"

Nicki checked the supply room, then noticed the small boy. "Oh, it's just a kid. It's okay, you can get up now. Why don't you come and hang out with everyone else?"

The boy sniffled and sat back up, wiping his tears. "Hang out with everyone else?" He said confused; "C-Can I?" He added, excitement coating his voice.

"Of course you can."

Birthday Boy grabbed the music-box, which was slowly stopping playing and would have to be re-winded, then stood up, slowly walking to Nicki, out of the dark storage-room he had been crying in.