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You order your men to surround the both of you for a proper duel. The cars rev to life and tunnel is flooded by the headlights of your war party as it encircles you and the lord of the underworld. Five Fingers grabs hold of Drag Asses' collar and holds him back from charging your opponent. Your makeshift arena becomes a glowing bastion of death in the gloom of the old tunnel system. Smoke floods out of the engine blocks and reflects back the light from the headlights creating a scene out of hell.
You and the Lord of the Underworld square up. He wields a makeshift axe, his face and eyes are protected from the smoke and light by a gas mask and thermal goggles. You don't have such fancy protection, so you make do with a bandanna tied over your mouth and nose. Your men holler and howl, screaming for blood. You don't hear any of it. focused only on gutting your opponent. A strange tribal chant flows from the Buzzards watching from the darkness. Praying for their false god to end your life and feed on your soul.
He raises up his axe and brings it down hurtling towards your head.

>Attempt to catch it

>Dodge out of the way

>Break the momentum of his attack with a shoulder rush into his swing

>Go low for the family jewels