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Battle result!

    MINI
name: Uncle Samsonite
Cursed Doorway: summons a door to warp behind target
Uncle Beating: hits the target into a hard metal door
Genuwine Dance: immobilizes the target with his twerking
Soul beatdown: rapidly punches the targets soul
Domain Expansion: Sends the target into his Domain
power: 40
guard: 30
magic power: 0
magic guard: 0
speed: 30
Uncle Samsonite is a Cursed Spirit who steals children while they're sleeping. his Cursed Energy will ascend if he's "not having fun", which will give him a chance to land a "Black Flash" on the target. his "Domain Expansion: 12 Death Doorway." the target will be transported into a void with doors, you have a 1/12 chance of escaping, if the target chooses the wrong door they die.
4paragraph fight
Challenged the battle!
Age: 25
Height: 4'11
Weight: 116 lbs
Max lift weight : 80 tons
top run speed: 60 mph
power: 31
guard: 22
magic power: 0
magic guard: 12
speed: 20
Gifted acrobat & gymnast. Can leap 150 feet in the air. Is bullet, knife, fire, & cold proof. Will pull punches on weak foes, or use throws & takedowns. Skilled climber. Heals 25x faster than normal humans. Knows a bit of karate, Muay Thai, okichitaw, & judo. Can survive falls from terminal velocity, & mortar blasts. NEVER KILLS. Has 13 years experience. Strong spirit, not easily tired.

This battle had all the makings of a wild showdown, but in the end, Uncle Samsonite's cunning and sheer power snatched the victory from the clutches of Naomi Summer. Right off the bat, Uncle Samsonite unleashed his sneaky Cursed Doorway, catching Naomi off guard. With a swift knock from his Uncle Beating move, he slammed her into a hard metal door, shaking her confidence and momentum. Naomi, with her impressive agility and speed, tried to bounce back, darting around like a bullet. She leaped high, attempting to avoid Uncle Samsonite's strikes. But that height was her downfall. As she soared, he activated his Domain Expansion—12 Death Doorway. Instantly, she found herself in a twisted void filled with ominous doors. Panic flooded Naomi—no acrobatics or martial arts could save her here! Those kind of street-smart games weren’t her arena; she didn’t even know she was stepping into a nightmare. In her moment of panic, Uncle Samsonite deftly taunted her while summoning door after door, each darkened portal whispering tales of despair. It became clear that while Naomi was tough, she lacked the ruthless cunning that made Uncle Samsonite a ferocious foe. With only a 1/12 chance of escape, her options shrank faster than her resolve. She either had to make a choice or face the wrath of unrepentant doom. In the end, it wasn't about strength or skill; it was about knowing your battlefield. Uncle Samsonite's mind games and cunning strategy shifted the tides of battle. Naomi’s indomitable spirit met its match against the Cursed Spirit's relentless power. That's how the game is played—when the doors close, only the wildest tough guys come out unscathed.