To her . She tapped the ground twice with her finger tips , silently asking the man to join her in her dull acceptance of defeat in their childish scrap .
“ I got too comfortable , thinking you wouldn’t counter with anything .. I was wrong — you got me .”
“ oof !”
All the air in her lungs— forced out by a slip of judgment , a flaw in the very laws of martial arts passed down to her to eliminate weaknesses in moves just like this one .
Perhaps this was a learning lesson , a time to be humble and admit she was taken down yet —
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“ 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡. “
footing vanished in an instant, and with nothing left to anchor her, she dropped unceremoniously onto her bottom, the ability to stand stripped away as decisively as it had been taken.
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Her opposite elbow .
But then again , she would end up in the same position she foolishly allowed herself to be in at the moment .
So instead , she let her entire body weight relax against the rocky ground beneath her , letting an arm extend lazily to the dusty ground next —
A quick inhale to light the stick , then an exhale followed to release that first puff of smoke . No grimace , just a single cough afterwards .
“ if I did , I wouldn’t care — as long as I’m taken out by a great fighter . What a way to go , no ?”
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North Korea? That's not a place you hear every day.
❝ You picked one hell of a time to try this sorry habit. ❞
The man commented as he brought out a heavy lighter. One strike ignites the flame and he lights the end of her stick.
Pocketing his property he would inhale slowly before exhaling his own smoke through his nose.
❝ You make it sound like you're gonna die tomorrow. ❞
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She only held the cigarette now , knocking off any excess ass that accumulated at the end of it every now and then, a clear disdain for it noticeable to a regular smoker .
“ enough about my enthusiasm for my eventual death .
Emperor Constantine—“
Said the woman—