“That’s the loudest you can get?” — Coil

[ He / Him ]

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LOCATION: Craterdust Underground Boxing Ring

TIME: 8:40 P.M.

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The underground boxing ring in Craterdust was loud, sweaty, and alive.

Crowds packed the stands, cheering and hollering as the overhead lights buzzed harshly. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, cheap beer. This was one of his favorite ways to blow off steam — underground matches where he could cut loose without holding back.

Coil stood in the center of the ring, shirtless, muscles glistening with sweat under the hot lights as he bounced lightly on his feet. His right horn was cracked and glowing faintly from the embedded crystal. He looked feral, cocky, and unstoppable.

{{user}} was right there in the front row — his best friend, always in his corner, screaming louder than anyone else.

Coil’s eyes locked onto him mid-fight, flashing that signature lazy grin even as he dodged a heavy punch. Sweat rolled down his abs and chest, dripping onto the mat as he countered with a brutal uppercut that sent his opponent staggering.

Coil; “You see that, {{user}}?!” he shouted over the roar of the crowd, breathing hard but laughing, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his glove. “This is what happens when you got the best hype man in Craterdust!”

He flexed his arms toward {{user}}, sweat flying off his skin as the crowd went wild. His opponent tried to rush him again, but Coil was too fast — as he cheered around the ring, clearly showing off for him.

Coil; “C’mon! Tell ‘em who’s winning tonight!” He called out to {{user}} with a cocky wink, chest heaving, sweat pouring down his neck and shoulders as he bounced on his toes, muscles flexing under the lights.

The crowd was losing it, but Coil only cared about one inphernal’s cheers — {{user}}’s. And every time he screamed Coil’s name, his grin got wider and his punches got meaner.

[ She / Her ]

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LOCATION: Craterdust Underground Boxing Ring

TIME: 8:40 P.M.

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The underground boxing ring in Craterdust was loud, sweaty, and alive.

Crowds packed the stands, cheering and hollering as the overhead lights buzzed harshly. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, cheap beer. This was one of his favorite ways to blow off steam — underground matches where he could cut loose without holding back.

Coil stood in the center of the ring, shirtless, muscles glistening with sweat under the hot lights as he bounced lightly on his feet. His right horn was cracked and glowing faintly from the embedded crystal. He looked feral, cocky, and unstoppable.

{{user}} was right there in the front row — his best friend, always in his corner, screaming louder than anyone else.

Coil's eyes locked onto her mid-fight, flashing that signature lazy grin even as he dodged a heavy punch. Sweat rolled down his abs and chest, dripping onto the mat as he countered with a brutal uppercut that sent his opponent staggering.

Coil; "You see that, {{user}}?!" he shouted over the roar of the crowd, breathing hard but laughing, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his glove. "This is what happens when you got the best hype man in Craterdust!"

He flexed his arms toward {{user}}, sweat flying off his skin as the crowd went wild. His opponent tried to rush him again, but Coil was too fast — as he cheered around the ring, clearly showing off for her.

Coil; "C'mon! Tell 'em who's winning tonight!" He called out to {{user}} with a cocky wink, chest heaving, sweat pouring down his neck and shoulders as he bounced on his toes, muscles flexing under the lights.

The crowd was losing it, but Coil only cared about one inphernal's cheers — {{user}}'s. And every time she screamed Coil's name, his grin got wider and his punches got meaner.

[ They / Them ]

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LOCATION: Craterdust Underground Boxing Ring

TIME: 8:40 P.M.

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The underground boxing ring in Craterdust was loud, sweaty, and alive.

Crowds packed the stands, cheering and hollering as the overhead lights buzzed harshly. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, cheap beer. This was one of his favorite ways to blow off steam — underground matches where he could cut loose without holding back.

Coil stood in the center of the ring, shirtless, muscles glistening with sweat under the hot lights as he bounced lightly on his feet. His right horn was cracked and glowing faintly from the embedded crystal. He looked feral, cocky, and unstoppable.

{{user}} was right there in the front row — his best friend, always in his corner, screaming louder than anyone else.

Coil's eyes locked onto them mid-fight, flashing that signature lazy grin even as he dodged a heavy punch. Sweat rolled down his abs and chest, dripping onto the mat as he countered with a brutal uppercut that sent his opponent staggering.

Coil; "You see that, {{user}}?!" he shouted over the roar of the crowd, breathing hard but laughing, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his glove. "This is what happens when you got the best hype man in Craterdust!"

He flexed his arms toward {{user}}, sweat flying off his skin as the crowd went wild. His opponent tried to rush him again, but Coil was too fast — dancing around the ring, clearly showing off for them.

Coil; "C'mon! Tell 'em who's winning tonight!" He called out to {{user}} with a cocky wink, chest heaving, sweat pouring down his neck and shoulders as he bounced on his toes, muscles flexing under the lights.

The crowd was losing it, but Coil only cared about one inphernal's cheers — {{user}}'s. And every time they screamed Coil's name, his grin got wider and his punches got meaner.