I step onto the battlefield in my uniform and I spit a burnt-out cig onto the ground. "...this should be fun..."

I through my keyblades up in the air and catch them both one in each hand and spin them around in a circel

I pull off my storm coat and my uniform's undershirt is shown, along with my utility suspenders, that and four sheathes stick out from behind me as I remove my storm coat.

I pull my dark red cloak off and remove my over shirt

I watch him akwardly. "...this is a battle, not a stripping contest." I stand ready, nothing drawn.

I charge him through my keyblades up in the air back flip over my opponent and grab my keyblades and use blitz ace on him knocking him down on the ground

I thrust my foot into the air and the impact sends him reeling backwards for some odd reason. "...autoers...I hate autoers..."

"now i'am pissed you fight like a bitch" I cast my mastered holy materia which is unblockabel a bright green light hits my opponent makeing him vault backwards
Blood trickels down my oponnents face

I draw my makarov from my coat. "You're an autoer, you instantly hit people not giving them the chance to retalliate. That is bitch combat. Face me again when you learn how to fight right." I fire my makarov and the shot his his kneecap, I walk past him uncarringly off the battlefeild.

I cast ultima knocking the bomb out of his hand the bomb falls to the ground and explodes takeing you with
*Victory fanfair*
and i'am the victor

I stand from the blast, my bionics showing. "If I ever faced an idiot in combat, you top him..." I grip him with my metal hand and lift him into the air during his fanfare, I begin to squeeze his throat in my grip and my other hand is ready to thrust my saber into his chest.