Testing out a flaming chicken

[lives_strong]

[Should you happen to enter the stadium today, you may see a rather tall young woman training. She may either be preforming some warning exercises, running an obstacle course, beating the tar out of some training dummies, or simply practicing some sort of boxing and kick boxing combination with a large Sandbag. It's pretty obvious that she's been here for a few hours, judging by how tired she looks. It's pretty odd though that she'd spend all this time by herself with no one around, care to change that?]

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[infiniteeclipse]

[ Crap. She'd been seen. Now she had to-- ]

I could have, but why allow you the chance for the first strike?

[ ... dig the grave deeper, evidently. ]

[lives_strong]

If that was your only reasoning behind it, then you could have requested the first move. It makes it more of a challenge for me, so I doubt I would have turned it down.

[infiniteeclipse]

Pfft. That's not how I work.

[ You know how Dark-types are, don't you, Ondrea? ]

[lives_strong]

So, you prefer to fight dirty?

[She scoffs.]

Only those who are too weak to fight fair resort to fighting dirty.

[infiniteeclipse]

It's gotten me this far, hasn't it?

[lives_strong]

We shall see how long it lasts.

[And she'll be taking her battle stance.]

I suggest you prepare yourself, I never hold back.

[infiniteeclipse]

[ She doesn't say anything, but if you don't move now, Ondrea, she's going to try to strike once again. ]

[lives_strong]

[You already got in a shot, now it's her turn. Those gauntlets of hers flare up as she charges forward. It's Fire Punch time!]