[And there is was. A chic in the armour. He had expected it to be harder to find one on her given how little he knew of her, but it seemed that she must wear at least part of her heart on her sleeve ripe for the stabbing.
Now she had something to prove. He couldn't get her too worked up, or he figured that her suppressed powers could emerge. It was still enjoyable with the look she wore.
He lifted his left forearm to block the punch, but he allowed her attack to drive him back a step. On the defensive, he didn't retaliate even if he saw the opening to do so. He just let her drive him backwards, back towards his room number.]
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Now she had something to prove. He couldn't get her too worked up, or he figured that her suppressed powers could emerge. It was still enjoyable with the look she wore.
He lifted his left forearm to block the punch, but he allowed her attack to drive him back a step. On the defensive, he didn't retaliate even if he saw the opening to do so. He just let her drive him backwards, back towards his room number.]