Let's rumble!
===Stipulations===
6 on 6 Under/NeverUsed Battle
===Battlers===
===Round 9===
Muscavado steps back, as Cicero zips left and right around him. Trying to focus on a speeding blue blur while paralyzed was like tracking a flew when you're in a dark room. The hit didn't come from the front, but from the side. Smashed down, Mus could only applaud the tenacity of Cicero. A slow but steady stream of applause caught Cicero's attention.
He wanted more? Hell yes that could be arranged!
C: -8E Enc. ~~~ M: -3E/-11H
Whipping around in circles, Cicero once again confused the fiery opponent, and once again, the collision was nothing short of spectacular. Cicero lands, and notes that Muscavado was unable to move. Aww that sucks. Paralysis is striking at all the inopportune moments.
Wait no. No it didn't. Mus shook off the stinging pain and yawned! Cicero was just plain confused, but he knew how to end that.
C: -8E Drw ~~~ M: -3E/-11H
Mus drug his knuckles under his chest and pushed up, allowing his ears to flare up. Before he could retaliate though, the coiled dragon struck! This time, there was no escaping the bum rush. Mus fought back, batting and swatting Cicero as they tossed and tumbled around the arena, finally breaking away from each other.
C: -10E/-10H ~~~ M: -5E/-14H
As they stared each other down, Muscavado stared to glow. In a short transformation, gone was the apeish red beast, and in its place was the crystalline colored Zen Mode, ready for battle.
Upon the end of the transformation, Cicero found itself falling over...and yes, he's asleep! Not a good time to be asleep.
===End Stats===
RL