"Next time don't overhear."
Reflexes, luck. Or simply merely a 'feeling' of where that fist aimed to strike– whatever it'd been, it had made Gigi an untouchable ghost.
"Have a nice day, Shinobu." A swipe of her hair and a turn of her heels; the wind led her way forward.
It was clear to her that the witch was no fighter; reflexes were wasted on the blonde, certainly. Such that could be perceived as reflexes, that was.
"Don't go blabbin' on about that crap out loud next time."
Perhaps she should have, although, her face can't be damaged– not now.
The idea of it helped her learn more of Shinobu all the same. For next time, the witch won't dodge.
What a coward! She should've taken it head-on! Like a real champ!!!! Regardless, Shinobu hopes her point's been proven; she won't bend to a witch's spell so easily.
Almost too unpredictable, and yet, with the elegance of a dove, Gigi took a step back. That'd been enough to make the fist soar past her nose, brushing only her smirking lips and the curtain of flowing blonde hair.
She hopes the doll doesn't mind rocking a bandage for a week. Shinobu'll hold back.
Going once...
Going twice...
Sold!
Her fist raced right for the pretty porcelain muse! It'd dock her square in her perfect nose!
Yes, she does. Shinobu thinks she's beautiful too, doesn't she? She won't dare harm her face.
Which makes her smug grin have a reason to remain even more.