( Beau doesn't let herself become distracted by the proximity of their faces , letting her eyes narrow -- before that hand comes up , grappling her throat . she chokes a little , but still maintains her gaze )
war - warning you -
( she leaned into the restriction, closing the final inches between them until their nose were almost touching. . . )
that just shows how much of an amateur youβre.
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βWell, I enjoy fighting. It's a lot cleaner for you all compared to my usual methods. And. .β
She grinned, standing on the monk's feet and wrapping her arms around her neck.
βThe more inclined I am to use my fists, the less you have to worry about bugs.β
βYou just like seeing me sweat.β
Owelia struck the dummy one more time, and turned to face Beau. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
βI want to learn how to target people's pressure points like you did to me.β
Continuing to strike the wood, sweat running down her forehead. A sly grin appearing as she felt the other's presence.
βEnjoying yourself, Beauregard?β