This feeling of satisfaction was simply not meant to last, quite unfortunate really. As quickly as the toss of a gold coin she changes her stance from that of reckless abandon to that of a guarded tortoise. She would still strike but not with the power behind it like before. No, instead she is content with reacting to what a do, like a mockingly rude mime. After awhile I thought it more productive to simply make all my attacks feints. As much as I do not wish to admit it she is able to block with the massive thing she calls an axe, her unnatural stamina is allowing her to persist longer than I am comfortable with. However, I also find that I must move quickly as the fire I started has quickly grown in size, devouring this forest with each moment that draws closer to the dawn...crafty little bitch. She is deliberately using that massive weapon to stall for time!
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Although, much like the rest of her is turning out to be, she is not sounding quite like I'd expected. Instead of the Viking stereotype I envisioned when hearing her primal, berserker grunt. Though I must admit, for all the femininity I can trace in this voice, there is still more power behind it than any other I've listened too over the years. Hmm, seems as though she has conserved what is left of her strength for her mouth after all...good, as long as our two bodies are locked together in the shadows I can stand here and take as much time as I want. First however, her stomach would know firsthand how my fist finds its mark. Precisely in her toned belly. Nothing of great import would be harmed, only enough of my rapid punches were going to be released to make her more cooperative. To my utter delight she performs quite admirably as she struggled to release herself, putting on quite the display. So the only sensible thing to do in this situation was to remind her stomach of my
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Although, much like the rest of her is turning out to be, she is not sounding quite like I'd expected. Instead of the Viking stereotype I envisioned when hearing her primal, berserker grunt. Though I must admit, for all the femininity I can trace in this voice, there is still more power behind it than any other I've listened too over the years. Hmm, seems as though she has conserved what is left of her strength for her mouth after all...good, as long as our two bodies are locked together in the shadows I can stand here and take as much time as I want. First however, her stomach would know firsthand how my fist finds its mark. Precisely in her toned belly. Nothing of great import would be harmed, only enough of my rapid punches were going to be released to make her more cooperative. To my utter delight she performs quite admirably as she struggled to release herself, putting on quite the display. So the only sensible thing to do in this situation was to remind her stomach of my