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Bishop gave a wink at his cabal mate.
"Looks like we are keeping this in the family, Mr. Reverb." he said nonchalantly, while climbing through the ropes into the ring. His gloves were tight and he felt a little jittery. It was his first sparring session in quite some time and while he was under no illusion about the outcome, he was determined to put up a good show at least.
He tilted his head and looked at his opponent.
"So, do you want this pure physical or with some help from other places?" he inquired. Had he been up against any arrow, he would have entered the ring shielded and preferably in the state of twilight, but with Reverb, Bishop wanted to meet on equal footings. Well...equalish. There was still his deteriorated physique to consider.