Paper:Fight me
Coolt:Who are you
Paper:My name is paper
Coolt:Stupid name
Paper:That's what they call me; my real name is James
Coolt:Alright
[Paper Throws Spear]
[Coolt Dodges]
[Coolt looks at the spear stuck in the ground]
Coolt:Really?
[Coolt Looks back]
[Paper Hits him in the face]
[Coolt Falls]
[Paper climbs onto Coolt and holds his hands]
Paper:There's nothing more you can do
Coolt:Shut up!
[Coolt Rises higher and headbutts Paper]
[Paper Falls]
[Coolt Stands up and grabs his knife]
Paper:Shit
[Coolt lunges at him, but Paper quickly glances at a 100kg stone and grabs it with one hand to use as a shield]
[Coolt Hits Stone with knife]
Coolt:What?
[Paper hits the rock hard on the coolt's head]
Coolt:Fuck!
[Coolt Holds his head]
[Paper quickly knocks him to the ground and swiftly strikes him hard on the head with a stone three times]
Paper:I WAS JUST HOLDING BACK!!
Coolt:I guess
[Coolt plunges a knife into his stomach]
Paper:Uffh
[Coolt stands up, lifting Paper with one hand and hoisting him onto his shoulders]
[Coolt lifts him up with both hands and throws him onto the concrete ground with all his might]
Paper:Uhh
Coolt:This is the end for you, buddy
[Paper Stands up]
[He starts running away]
Coolt:Come here buddy
[Coolt Starts chasing him]
[After two minutes, they had already run 500 meters]
[Paper Pulls out a knife]
Paper:I forgot I had it in my stomach
Coolt:Dead end
Paper:Hahaha.
Coolt:What?
[Paper pulls the spear behind his back]
Paper:Didn't you notice that?
Coolt:Nah
Paper:Hmm okay
[Paper throws the spear hard]
[Coolt Catches it]
Paper:After all, you were standing 20 meters away, and it was traveling at 10 meters per second.. The fuck?
Coolt:I work out my whole body every day
[Paper looks to the left and sees a seventeen-meter truck without a trailer]
[Paper runs and hides behind that]
Coolt:Smart. But if you start circling around it, you won't be able to get away—you might try to run in a different direction and end up taking a spear in the back
Paper:Shut up
Coolt:Alright
[Coolt is standing by the truck]
[Coolt starts to creep up quietly]
[Paper touches the truck with both hands and starts pushing it, and after six seconds, he manages to tip it over]
Paper:Phew, too hard
Paper:Welp, that was my plan; you didn't know my strength, so naturally, I was going to use that to my advantage
[Coolt stand behind him]
Coolt:Hello
[Paper gets startled and quickly moves away, turning around]
Paper:HOW!!??
Coolt:Hahaha
[Paper looks at his arm and sees a truck exhaust stack]
Paper:Eee
Coolt:This truck exhaust stack is 22 cm long and weighs about 300 kg—that's too light
Paper:But how did you survive?
Coolt:Oh welp
[Teleports infront him]
Paper:Who are you?!
Coolt:I am Coolt
[Coolt strikes him in the face twice with that tool]
[Paper is still standing, but blood is running from his nose and mouth]
Coolt:Bye bye
[Coolt Drives it into his stomach, and Paper dies, slumping to the ground]
Coolt:Great fight