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"If you were trying hard, you would have been faster."
She was indifferent to his huffiness. She merely puts her hands behind her head casually, tilting it up with an icy gleam in her eyes.
"Oh right. I suppose you can make yourself useful and get me something sweet." https://t.co/shsZYU3hJS
"Hmph."
She would charge her Ki into her palm. She would step forward and twirl on her leg, not unlike an elegant ballerina. She would rapidly fire Ki blasts that began homing into any remaining humans that had taken shelter or cover.
Each impact igniting an explosion, like -- https://t.co/7TrOnodXHk
22 would just fold her arms. Glowering down at him as he tries to recuperate and recollect himself.
Was that the best he got? She was coldly looking down on him like he was less than trash.
"What will you do now?" https://t.co/2GUTF4ifcB
owes him for his advice and future training of her culinary skills. So in some respect, she will pay him his dues with this "date" then.
It's more freedom than she's had.
But it's a nice, peaceful little life hm? Routines and errands and coming home to a loving family, wife, and warmmeal. Would be a shame if it all—
𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥.
. . Tsk. No thanks. Do not get too friendly with her. https://t.co/KoYw594C0s
to the ground.
Like before, she'd quickly push herself with her impressively muscular arms. And like the skill "dancer" of combat she was, she would spin her body and ki-sparking legs like a windmill to rebuff and quickly counter the other's strikes.
It should knock her away --
"I see. A body-snatcher. Should I call you Zamasu or Black? Does it even matter?"
A shrug. It did not. She would just are, resting her cheek into her palm.
"Oh. That so?"
She didn't sound too convinced. https://t.co/AyYPIgqIMi
22's body. Like steam rolling off her as her own aura whips and envelopes her like a glowing barrier. The streams of her aura seeming almost like the flailing heads of a multi-headed serpent as she readies herself to clash.
At the same time both women charged, their willpower--