'Tis a quiet Moon Day morning at the borders of /meat/ and /hfz/.
The gold armor clad champion stretches his legs and takes in a deep breath. The cavity on his armor exposing his bountiful pecs for the world to see. His titanic figure dominates over the civilian merchant carriage in front of him as he hunch over.
"You are clear to pass, citizen!" his booming voice almost shatter the carriage's window, the driver shaken as he takes back his work papers from the border guard. Signaling his steed, his steeds trot his carriage into /meat/ territory.
The herculean border guard salutes the merchant, for his venture into foreign lands will contribute to trade and commerce. "Have a safe journey, friend! GLORIOUS!". Unbeknownst to him, the frightened merchant whips his horses to go faster, until the lumbering warrior is out of sight.
The guard turns around, even at 4 meters high, he sees not a single carriage on the road. For now he is all alone.
Not quite. There is someone else.
Staring at him just behind the chain-link border gate of /meat/. Their border guard stands at a mere 2 meters, draped in thin armor, cloth, and his face covered with a ritualistic mask.
"Ah! Good morning, friend! I see the merchant was your first visitor for today?" the titanic champion asked the harrowing figure. He nods in agreement. "Ah-ha! Glorious! It's not everyday we'd get this little customers! Just out here in the wilderness, enjoying nature at its greatness!" the muscular border guard kneels on his knee and carefully pets a macaw perching on a tree.
The hooded guard nodded in return, petting the sleeping octo-viper dangling from the wooden roof of his office.
"Say, old friend! It's been a while since we last spar! Now that we are alone, don't you think it's time we stretched these rusted legs of ours?!" the golden guard asks with glee. The hooded guard was taken back by the question. He quickly points to the small lake Northeast of their post. A crater from their last spar.
"Oh that! What's a little spar without some good old COLLATERAL-DAMAGE! Besides! Any destruction of property on my side of the border is compensable... for me!" the valiant titan boasts as he flexes his muscle. The hooded figure slumps in defeat and gave a shaky thumbs up, agreeing to his decision.
"Now tally-ho, friend! Let's not keep the goddesses waiting! What's our wage for today should one of us bend the knee?" he asks. The /meat/ guard opens his cabinet and places a glass jar on his work desk. A jar of
"-BY SLACK! Kronii Milk! That thing is banned in this region! How did you-" before the muscleman could finish, the hooded guard placed a finger gently on his mask where the lips would be.
"Alright. Now put them up, chum! On three! One! Two! Thre-" and before he could finish, a web thorn covered tendrils erupted out of the ground he stood on.
The spar has begun.