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“Blades that come out of your body? How ingenious! I will have to see if I can fashion something of the like. Such an ability would be most advantageous.”

She had been watching as he cut apart several stone golems. He was a worthy combatant, that was for certain, and therefore deserving of her admiration.

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//starter call for sammantha!

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hycrtipt:

         He fell for the ruse, shoulders turned just a bit to take what he assumed to be the full brunt of her attack - that is until she leaped over him and aimed herself at his head. The blow hit full force, knocking him back a ways while she cried out (eugh, he needed to step up his game!), a pained hiss escaping between gritted teeth. Thankfully, this was no fight to the death and the blow had been, compared to punches from rock demons, relatively soft, grass body recovering quickly. (Though… had that black spot always been there in his vision?)

          She was good, he’d give her that, but he had the memories of a child who fought all his life, and the inherited skills to prove it. Using the momentum from her attack as she landed, he rolled himself back and aimed to twist her leg with his and throw her down with him.

Hoh! She had not expected such an excellent counter. Samantha fell down on her back, but quickly rolled biting her opponents leg. She chewed, keeping the pressure just under where it would need to be to break skin. But she was not fighting a being with skin. After a few moments of gnawing, she sat up sharply spitting out a wad of grass.

“BLECH!”

She should have known better, and taken into account her opponents composition. Her folly left her vulnerable, as she continued to spit out bitter plant matter.

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hycrtipt:

          “Oh - this? It’s nothing special.” He raised the grass sword up a bit, just a tad bit concerned as to her implications. He’d fought his way through this dungeon fairly easily, considering the deadly accuracy of the cursed weapon, but that had all been against rock monsters and the like. This person wanted to fight, body clearly flesh and blood, but he really didn’t want to use the sword, especially since she looked, well, unarmed. It slithered back into his wrist as he looked back up at her face - man she was tall…

          “But sure yeah, that seems cool.” He raised his fists, one foot sliding back to brace himself in case she decided to throw herself at him.

“Excellent. Now steel your nerves, and let the fighting commence!”

She took a running start at him before leaping into the air. Her raised fists had been a distraction! Even now she kept one at the ready, utilizing body language to make him expect a telegraphed attack from her upper body. If he had fallen for it, he would surely be caught off guard. It was a cunning strategy derived from the idea of a sucker punch, but instead of a punch, it would be a sucker kick! Now to raise the intimidation factor. A battle cry would work nicely.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

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why propose to your significant other with a silly sparkly ring when you can propose to them with a (much more practical) Really Cool Sword for all their frequent battle needs

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@hycrtipt

“Boy! You have an impressive arm! I wish to fight you, to determine supremacy. Beat me and I shall join you on whatever endeavor brings you to this place. Be beaten by me and feel the overwhelming shame of defeat.”

The tall dog woman stood before the other, hands on her hips as she issued the sudden challenge. Samantha could not easily resist a worthy adversary. It was in her blood, to conquer or be conquered by an opponent. This was a friendly request for fisticuffs despite the severity of her tone.