Bang!
A red and a green figure plummeted from the skies, fiercely crashing onto the mirror-like bluestone floor, smashing the hard stones into a deep pit, strewn with shards and debris scattered about.
These two figures clung to each other tightly, throwing punches and kicks in a frenzied melee.
The crowd dared not approach, but Brother Fatty alone squatted nearby, gawking gleefully and occasionally waving his paws.
"Squeak, squeak (pull her hair)!"
"Squeak, squeak (pull her hair)!"
"Scram!"
A bolt of thunder flashed, and just a second before Brother Fatty was struck, he suavely leaped away, continuing his laborer's squat elsewhere.
"Aaaargh! If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry!"
With a series of shrieks, Xiaojin, hair disheveled, leaped out of the pit, her cheeks flushed purple, her clothes torn in several places, pointing at her adversary and shouting, "Go to sleep nicely for once, do you really want to fight that badly?"
"Fight? Why not fight?"
