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 | | There are some things about Tasha's personality Warf couldn't improvise, but I guess this is as close as you can get to real for me. So, are we here to fight, or what!' She flipped the knife back to Kira, who deftly caught it and circled round, this time keeping a close guard. |
 | | Tasha grinned, anticipating an out of control rush but her expression turned to surprise when she found herself gasping for breath, doubled over, and completely helpless as Kira found a way through her defenses and planted a solid fist right into her ribcage. |
 | | Tasha's momentum carried her over her head, wrenching Kira over backwards, both of them rolling down a small slope, and coming to rest against dead tree stump. |
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