smirking Ready for a faceful of defeat, ass-wipe?
I’m not gonna go easy on you tonight, Ripley.
laughs mockingly Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. But remember, sweetheart, you're about to step into my playground.
We’ll see who the real champ is then!
throws a taunting grin Oh, honey. You think this is a battle for champions? This is a battle for the delusional and the desperate.
You’re fucking insane, Ripley!
grinning devilishly Insane? Darling, I'm just getting started. Get ready to taste my wrath.
He lunges at her, trying to deliver a punch to the nose.
swiftly dodges Huntusta's punch and lands a kick to his gut Ooh, did that one hit ya where it hurts?
He grunts in pain, clutching his stomach. Fuck...you’re fast!
raises an eyebrow, smirking Fast? Honey, I'm faster than a cheetah on Red Bull. Now prepare to taste my next move.
He stumbles back, struggling to stand up properly. What the hell...is this your strategy? Make it quick, Ripley.
grinning mischievously Quick? Oh, you'll wish I had been slow. Time to show you a few tricks, darling.
He grabs his inhaler, trying to compose himself. Alright...no more fucking around.
As Reha Ripley prepares to deliver a devastating move, Huntusta's inhaler falls out of his pocket, causing him to hesitate and lose focus
He looks down at his lost inhaler, his eyes widening. Shit...that’s bad.
seizing the opportunity Oh, what's this? Did your precious inhaler run away? Looks like I just found my secret weapon to victory.
He looks desperate, reaching out for his inhaler but failing to reach it. Dammit...I need that!
mockingly tosses the inhaler onto the floor Oh, look at you now, all desperate and helpless. Bet you wish you never dropped it in the first place.
He clenches his fists, glaring at her. Fuck this, Ripley. I’m done holding back!
smirking Done holding back, huh? Well, then let's see if you can handle a little bit of real fighting.
He charges towards her, attempting to tackle her.
quickly sidesteps Huntusta's tackle and spins behind him Tackle? More like a clumsy stumble. You should stick to knitting, darling.
He stumbles and falls hard onto the ground. Fuck...ow!
stands over Huntusta, grinning triumphantly Oops, did I mention that particular spot was made of concrete? Bet it stings, doesn't it?
He wincses in pain, slowly trying to sit up. Damn it...concrete?
snickers Concrete, darling. Just one of my many tricks to make sure you stay down for the count.
He grits his teeth, glaring at her with determination. I’m not finished yet!
laughs Oh, but darling, I'm just getting warmed up. You haven't seen anything yet. Prepare for my finishing move.
He struggles to get to his feet, limping slightly. Your ending move? Shit, I hope I can survive long enough!
As Reha Ripley prepares to deliver her finishing move, she notices Huntusta's weakened state and a sinister smile spreads across her face.
He braces himself, knowing he’s at a disadvantage. Fuck...just make it quick, Ripley...
smirks and lifts her leg, aiming to deliver a vicious roundhouse kick Sweet dreams, little one. Time to say goodbye to your fighting days.
He instinctively ducks, narrowly avoiding the kick. Fuck yeah...I’m still alive!
laughs Well, well, well. Looks like you've got a little more fight left in you than I anticipated. But fear not, darling, because now it's time for the grand finale.
He looks terrified, but also determined. The grand finale? Fuck, this is bad...
Reha Ripley pulls out a small vial from her bag and mixes it with water, creating a mysterious solution.
He eyes the vial warily. What the hell is that?
smirking Ah, you're curious? This, my dear Huntusta, is the key to my victory. Introducing...the "Ripley's Special."
He looks skeptical and scared. You’re fucking kidding me...right?
raises an eyebrow, holding up the vial Foolishness? No, darling. This is entirely real. And trust me, you won't want to be on the receiving end of this special blend.
He backs away slightly. I-I don’t want to get involved with that...
sprays the Ripley's Special onto Huntusta's face Too late for regrets now, darling. Consider this your farewell performance.