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Tropical vacation for your OC: One dollar.
Getting caught with your pants down on the beach: Worth every penny.
Female opponents who don't wear pants: Priceless...

So here's my entry for One dollar fighter, [link] Round 2. This time against 's Ninja/ Pirate, Tetsu Remi. But how the hell did it come to this, you ask? Very well, I shall tell you the tale:

Shortly after parachuting onto the tropical island and learning of her next opponent, Remi began energetically scouring said paradise for her adversary. She trekked along the beach for long hours and saw many of her fellow 1DF combatants, some locked in bizzare forms of combat. But still no sign of the hell-spawned archer.
As the sun set and the full moon began to rise over the little isle, the situation began to concern Remi. After all, she was half ninja, and her own powers of stealth and detection were considerable. But she was also half pirate, and right now that pirate side of her was bored, tired, and frustrated. So she did what she always did to soothe the impetuous scallywag within, she went for her smokes. Of course, she had to holster her trusty six-gun to light up.
The first match sputtered and puffed out. Damned cheap swag matches, she mumbled. Cupping her hand and ducking her head to ward off the slight tropical breeze, she struck another, once... twice... and on the third, a flash of flame so brilliant that she was momentarily blinded. When her vision cleared, she really wished it hadn't, for she had found Mojo Arrow; or rather, he had found her...

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Description
Tropical vacation for your OC: One dollar.
Getting caught with your pants down on the beach: Worth every penny.
Female opponents who don't wear pants: Priceless...

So here's my entry for One dollar fighter, [link] Round 2. This time against 's Ninja/ Pirate, Tetsu Remi. But how the hell did it come to this, you ask? Very well, I shall tell you the tale:

Shortly after parachuting onto the tropical island and learning of her next opponent, Remi began energetically scouring said paradise for her adversary. She trekked along the beach for long hours and saw many of her fellow 1DF combatants, some locked in bizzare forms of combat. But still no sign of the hell-spawned archer.
As the sun set and the full moon began to rise over the little isle, the situation began to concern Remi. After all, she was half ninja, and her own powers of stealth and detection were considerable. But she was also half pirate, and right now that pirate side of her was bored, tired, and frustrated. So she did what she always did to soothe the impetuous scallywag within, she went for her smokes. Of course, she had to holster her trusty six-gun to light up.
The first match sputtered and puffed out. Damned cheap swag matches, she mumbled. Cupping her hand and ducking her head to ward off the slight tropical breeze, she struck another, once... twice... and on the third, a flash of flame so brilliant that she was momentarily blinded. When her vision cleared, she really wished it hadn't, for she had found Mojo Arrow; or rather, he had found her...

Tetsu Remi by