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Jabber didn’t think much of Zanka when they first fought, just another weakling, all bark no bite. He was easy the defeat, one prick and he was down, stiff on the ground and jabber left to fight what he thought would be a more interesting opponent, the giver from the sphere.
But Zanka came back and threw himself into him, breathing him into the ground while he was unconscious and vulnerable (not). When he came to and looked into those intoxicating blue eyes filled with pride for defeating his enemy it made Jabber realize something
Zanka was the one for him, the perfect statist to his masochist, the man he wanted to fight for all eternity, the one who would kill him.
Zanka Nijiku.
It pained him to end the fight so abruptly but he knew that they would meet again, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he felt those angry blue eyes again.