Dec 12, 2018
“Come on, then! Hit me!”
WITH SLOW, SLUGGISH MOVEMENTS, she comes to stand from her lounging position. If there’s anything she’s learned about men very literally ASKING to be hit, it was that it would over much sooner the quicker she gave him what he wanted.
Yet… this one didn’t SMELL weak enough to go down in a single blow. How curious...
❝ … If that’s what you want, ❞ She readies her fist, pulling it back like a pitcher without a ball. ❝ ...Then I won’t argue. ❞ The fist is thrown in his direction, arm STRETCHING for it to meet him from their distance apart.