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“Macaque, take this seriously. And wipe that dumb smirk off your face!” Wukong chastised. “I know that look, it may have been centuries since the last time we’ve been on the same side but I wouldn’t forget your ‘this is boring me’ face.”
“Or what, Peaches?” Macaque said in a mocking tone, smirk only widening as he lazily stretched. “You gonna-AHNG!”
Macaque didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence as another Wukong came up from under him to sucker punch him right in the gut. He fell to his knees, wind knocked out of him.
The clone Wukong, the one he has been talking to, vanished in a poof of light and hair and the real deal stood before him with his own smirk. “Or that. This may just be a sparring match, but that does not mean I’m going to take it easy on you.” He grabbed the dark furred monkey by his arms and laughed as he stood him up with ease. “No getting cocky.”
There was a look in the other’s eyes, a more resigned look than he had ever seen in them before their untimely reunion on that mountaintop. But at the same time there was a much brighter spark of determination even deeper in them.
Mac smirked again but this time it seemed Wukong picked up that it was different, standing back and bowing to the other before taking a fighting stance with a smirk of his own. The two finally back together on the same side after so long…
And then MK’s shout of “ARE YOU TWO GONNA FIGHT NOW OR WHAT?” from the other mountaintop in the distance distracted Wukong enough for Mac to kick him (just ever so slightly) into the stratosphere. Payback felt so good.