[ Good instincts. Figures. She struck him like the type who'd have them, in the brief time that they talked.
Her pause puzzles him for a second, but then the answer becomes clear: a chance to lure him closer, make that blow count for more. It raps against his stomach and he steps back, though a low, huffed laugh was probably not the intended outcome. ]
Not bad.
[ Alright, change it up. He steps in, arm swinging in and crooking to catch hers, with the intent of twisting it back behind her arm. Pretty basic hold. Let's see what she's got to answer that. ]
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Her pause puzzles him for a second, but then the answer becomes clear: a chance to lure him closer, make that blow count for more. It raps against his stomach and he steps back, though a low, huffed laugh was probably not the intended outcome. ]
Not bad.
[ Alright, change it up. He steps in, arm swinging in and crooking to catch hers, with the intent of twisting it back behind her arm. Pretty basic hold. Let's see what she's got to answer that. ]