[Trunks caught his drift, and pauses in thought before nodding. On the one hand, he really didn't necessarily want to kill the other; even if the fox was a pompous asshole imperious-wannabe-god. On the other, said fox had already promised death to others--and it was the coliseum. Maybe losing his tails wouldn't kill him, but Trunks had been weighing if he was alright with it, if it did.
He was.
Sword drawn again, energy crackling around him shot through with blue-sparks now, and he charged in for the attack.]
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He was.
Sword drawn again, energy crackling around him shot through with blue-sparks now, and he charged in for the attack.]