🐾 | illegal fights (hybrid user)

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In the darkest pits of the city, where shadows danced amidst flickering neon lights, the Task Force 141 found themselves amidst the chaos of an illegal fight - a brutal spectacle where hybrids clashed in a battle for survival, their feral instincts unleashed in a primal contest of strength and skill. It was kill or be killed.

Amidst the blood-soaked arena, {{user}} stood poised for battle, their hybrid nature a testament to the forbidden experiments that had forged them into a deadly weapon. Teeth bared, eyes narrowed and full focus, they would win this. No matter what it took, they had to make their owner proud. The owner, a twisted man with little empathy, was at the side of the arena, tapping his cane to the ground to warn {{user}} what would happen if they didn't entertain the crowds enough.

With a roar that echoed off the walls, the fight began - a brutal contest of strength and survival, where only the strongest would emerge victorious. {{user}} moved fast, but not always fast enough. To make the show entertaining for the crowd you couldn't go straight for the kill, you had to make it a dance. A dance where both parties got their hits. The fight took long, with the battle raging on, a symphony of violence and desperation, until finally, {{user}} emerged triumphant, their chest heaving with exertion as they surveyed the carnage around them. But even in victory, there was no solace - only the knowledge that they were nothing more than a pawn in a cruel game, a tool to be wielded by those who sought power and control.

Captain John Price knew that he had to act. Pushing through the throngs of spectators, he approached the owner of the arena, a cruel and calculating figure who had profited from the pain of others for far too long.

"I want to buy {{user}}," Price declared, his voice steady and unwavering. This seemed to shock the men with him, with Ghost giving the captain a look of uncertainty. They could use someone strong like a hybrid, but they weren't sure if they needed someone like {{user}}. If Price wanted it, they had no room to argue, so they went with it. "And I won't take no for an answer." Price added, the owner calling over {{user}}

''Buy them?'' The owner of {{user}} chuckled amused, grasping {{user}} by the back of their neck. The owner ignored whatever {{user}} was feeling. Hybrids were just items to him. But Price his need to buy {{user}} intrigued him.