He had her on the ropes now! She was doing what she could to fight back, but he had an idea what she was about: trickery and deception was the name of the game. He didn't exactly approve, but not everyone had his muscles or his sense of style. If he kept this up, then he'd pull off the win. That was perfectly fine-

She dodged in, feeling her head smack right against his mouth. The taste of blood momentarily overwhelmed him as he staggered back, reaching up to wipe his face. Most people when met with a headbutt might become indignant at the attack, but when his thumb swiped the blood away he would have a grin on his face. "Yes, YES! Exactly that! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" He saw her move, not quite on the defensive but he wasn't focused on her movements. He pulled his arm back, preparing a mighty haymaker that would end things in one blow. This was the moment! What was she going to do against insurmountable odds?

Freja Helt

If there was one thing Jouma liked more than weightlifting, it was style. It was evening in Shinjuku, and he wanted to take the time to get a few new shirts for the coming winter. Mostly because, in testing the fit of a throwaway shirt, he accidentally ripped it just by flexing.

He'd be in thought as he walked down the crowded streets, trying to decide where to go. His jeans and boots were comfortable enough, but he couldn't help but be a little cold wearing nothing more than a vest. Sure, he was exposing his chest and abs to the world as a whole, but Jouma couldn't help but be blessed by God. It was not just a crime to without his body, but a sin. It wasn't like anyone was going to confront him on it, either, so everyone else must have agreed!

Hemogoblin

Was this the objective? He found a few more ore, as well as a gem, and shoved them in his pockets. It wasn't comfortable, but it'd have to do.

He also began to remember something. God didn't give him gills, He gave him lungs. That burning sensation was not his will to win, but his lack of air! No worries, he'd have to fix that momentarily. He turned to exist the tunnel only to be faced with the redhead that yelled at him earlier. No, wait, that was a different redhead. This one was another one...pretty sure she normally wore glasses. Either way, he posed for her, flexing an arm, giving her a wink and a winning smile, and made his way out; he knew when someone was admiring the temple that was his body, and they always expected a show. Something he always intended to give.

Oh. There was a giant block of ice in the way. That wasn't good. Whelp, guess it was time to use what accumulated material he had to help him up. Except in this case it wasn't much. At the very least, he could add on a few extra inches onto his swimming shoes to act like flippers that would help him get to the surface. Right in the nick of time, too, as he was on the verge of breathing in a big lungful of water.

Once on the surface he took in a giant breath, slowly letting himself get acquainted with how breathing worked. Oh hey, that hot goth lady wasn't diving in. "Don't chicken out now! The water may be cold, but it is still perfect for the competition!" He'd normally drag someone like that down, but he needed to get back to the bottom in order to find the materials necessary. So down he went again.

Kikurage Shimeiji,Yasu & Yume,Elijah,Ylva Riis,Jouma Joukou,𝕐 + 𝕐,

In truth, Jouma didn't understand. It didn't matter if he didn't understand, the important thing was they needed someone to fix their boat. As some guards started to pour in on the far side he formed a javelin in one hand, flinging the construct as hard as he could at the first man who happen to be there. Thankfully for the guy, he was wearing a form of body armor, and so the javelin threw him back and broke before doing any real damage.

With a smirk he turned to head over to Khepri, giving a thumbs up. "Leave it to me! I'm an expert lockpick!" With the remains of the energy he had he created a small pick, jamming it into the lock on the door. He might be called the World's Greatest Lockpicker, but any Lockpicking Lawyer would call him a cheater and a fraud. Not two seconds later any device keeping the doors closed were dissolved, and with a mighty kick he got it open. "Where do you think they're keeping their mechanics? Top floor you think?"

Mafdet Khepri,

"What? What are you on about?" he says, looking over his shoulder. "Guards! I need guar- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WE DON'T HAVE ANY GUARDS?! THEN WHERE IS ALL THE MONEY GOING?! I CAN TELL YOU WHERE IT'S NOT GOING, INTO THE RE- er, bring me something that I might murder these interlopers!"

Perhaps the guy was being a bit heavy handed, but it was something that Jouma wasn't going to worry too much about. If anything the grin he gave was of amusement. "Oh? So you mean to tell me this is not Charley's Marine Parts? I guess if anyone were to be the main part of their own tragedy it would be you.~" Jouma looked over at Khepri, pointing at the open door. "Do you suppose they've hired some big names back there? Think we could get a few of their autographs?"

Mafdet Khepri,