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So it seemed that his fighting skills matched his fashion choices, he wasn't even worth the title of a mid-boss. Terse yawned, leaning on her super-scope to let Nash go at the guy once he ran forward, it didn't seem like the guy could really harm him anyways. She had to admit that it was sort of amusing to watch Nash beat down on the guy with a folded chair that probably did more damage than his punches did. And as it turned out, Nash didn't even know this guy after all, she never knew that awful fashion sense could really make someone hate their guts.

But she did winch at the guy falling into a pile of bad games, she could have sworn that a really bad game gave her a second-degree burn once, it was that bad. She shrieked at a game from that garbage pile flying towards her as she slapped it away, she caught a glimpse of the title and scrunched her nose at it. It was a game of the latest Green Lantern movie, she had neither seen nor played them since they were much too popular for her, but being a movie tie-in game, it was bound to be terrible.

"So are you done with him yet?" Terese said, ready to do a final blow if Nash's punches (likely) didn't do it.