IT’S THE KIND OF UPPERCUT you’d die for — die from, if you’re caught on the wrong side of it. draped lazily over a nearby road blasters console, she’s happy to spectate the button-mash brigade — humming with faint approval as ryu lays the smackdown of the match. “ you want a player two?? ” she’s sure she’s heard above the din of the packed-out arcade; announces her presence more definitively with a hot handful of quarters laid down on the surface of the streetfighter machine. “ unless the AI’s already too much for you. ”
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