Talk:Hellhound/@comment-29135155-20160724102203/@comment-30014014-20160920151452

A trophy you say? Well, it would be a shame, if said trophy were to be 'misplaced', wouldn't it? I simply watch them pratically kill each other, a mask on the face, concealing my malevolant grin as the match progresses. I wait patiently as the Jinko's discipline gets her the advantage until she eventually wins.

All battered and bloody, as well with a case of energy withdrawal, her desire is up to a ludicrous level. She lewdly walks to me, as I was simply sitting on a bench with crossed arms, watching her walk pace turn into a sprint. She jumps on me, and proceeds to shred any ounce of clothes before initiating intercourse, only for the background to flash briefly in a pink jade, as she realizes the one she on top of is the other fighter, the hellhound.

Standing behind a window on the roof, I laugh continusly at this display. "I guess you were always rooting for the other team, huh?"