| [Dec. 29th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
One thing about being short was that you could always make yourself shorter. She'd long since learned to keep her stance low and her center of gravity lower. "Right," she drawled, carefully sliding into a place out of his stupidly long reach. "No twisting or spraining anything, either. I end up back in the hospital and I'm sacrificing you to Waki."
He'd met Waki. It was a serious threat.
She was still quick, without much body to swing into place. She whipped around, trying to connect heel to his torso--not the knee-shot that would be more likely to do damage, but hopefully it'd make it clear enough how non-damaging she wanted this to be.
He moved, catching her leg on his forearm.
There wasn't nearly the reaction she was used to getting. A quick hop back kept her from getting caught, and she ducked in to jab at his stomach. |
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