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effectively sticking him there . “ how embarrassing . ”
she laughs before kicking off the floor and speeding off to her next target like a bullet .
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she’s never seen combat as anything to enjoy . she was great at it , sure , but mastery was only out of necessity .
all must eventually fight for what matters — for what you love . and fight she did , even if it didn’t matter in
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he encourages her before more consciously inserting himself into the fight again . this isn't just a scuffle for a little bit of exercise exercise to him , anymore . now it's 𝘧𝘶𝘯 .
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a little debris from the ceiling falls onto his head . teela wipes it off before kneeling before him .
her palms brighten as she takes the soles of the man’s boots and melts the rubber .
she plays his shoes onto the floor ,
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a polite smile and nod before unclasping and stepping out of her heeled boots . she pulls a feather boa from her neck and let’s it fall .
“ there . even . ” she says softly , counting herself eleven of his ( now their ) adversaries .
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teela’s little corner of paradise is invaded by the flung man that slides into her calf .
brow raises and a heeled foot nudges the man — gauging how alive he was on a scale from one to ten .
lips purse . 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 . she steps
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over the man and weaves through the rest of the crowd , searching it for the center of the conflict .
she couldn’t help but notice the severe lack of balance . 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 , 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 .
she approaches , offering
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