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His divine ki versues her infinite artificial ki. A curious thought to see who would win. The two would part ans 22 would lick a bit of her own blood running down her face before she wipes it off.
"Ah. I see. Masochist."
She points right at him. Even his poisonous--
All her life she was trained to combat THAT body of his. He might be controlling it, trying to make it his own, but he will NEVER measure up the boy she was raised to kill.
She lunges at him and meets his headbutt dead on. To his surprise she didn't even flinch, even as blood--
couldn't be more different.
". . .not really. I make it a point not to get too close to people. It is easier to kill a stranger because you can think of them as a bug."