Maxwell have the raccoon a quizzical look. He pulsar help but smirk as his opponent got to his side of the field. Maxwell turned back to the rack and grabbed a belt of what seemed to be smoke grenades. But he knew all too well what they were.
Slowly Maxwell strided to his end of the arena. He turned rather sharply towards his opponent. His icey blue eyes locking on the Anthro. A diabolical grin spread across his face as he waited for the match to begin.
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