[ She meets the blade aimed at her chest with her sword– only barely dodging the other. He snips off a few strands of her hair as she jerks to the side, but she doesn't pay attention to that or any attention they might have brought upon themselves. ]
I really hate it when men lie to me, you know.
[ She pushes all of her weight onto her sword, against his blade, forcing it back so she can jump backwards and away. ]
You said you wanted to die.
[ She tilts her head, sneering– like she's looking down at him even though he's taller than her. She runs at him again, feints with her sword and throws her prosthetic arm in a punch. ]
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I really hate it when men lie to me, you know.
[ She pushes all of her weight onto her sword, against his blade, forcing it back so she can jump backwards and away. ]
You said you wanted to die.
[ She tilts her head, sneering– like she's looking down at him even though he's taller than her. She runs at him again, feints with her sword and throws her prosthetic arm in a punch. ]
What the fuck gives!