"Round 2. Me vs the Mutt,"
Hemp adjusted his suit slightly and loosened the tie he wore. Next, the cigar between his lips seemed to reduce in size at an alarming rate.
Simultaneously, a large plume of smoke emerged around him, covering him like a coat.
And it was just in time.
FWOOOSH~!
A large beam of flames shot straight at him as soon as he appeared on the battlefield. The Hound wasn't going to give him any time to do any lasting damage.
Unfortunately, it was really looking down on him.
The surrounding smoke increased once more, forming a sort of veil around him. A few seconds later, however, the smoke began shifting and adjusting in shape according to its master's will.
"You'll pay dearly if you treat me like you did that, fatty!"
Very soon, the new shape taken by the smoke had become evident. A massive blade made up of ever-shifting smoke appeared in Hemp's hands.
