[ Rather than risk getting tangled into a deflection straight away, Erik springs back, both hands open on defense. Shoulders loose, he bounces in place a beat.
Then he closes the distance with a feint, grin peeled back into a snarl behind a strike that comes late, off rhythm until the one two that tests up high before hammering for her gut in earnest.
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Then he closes the distance with a feint, grin peeled back into a snarl behind a strike that comes late, off rhythm until the one two that tests up high before hammering for her gut in earnest.
He doesn’t pull it.
He suspects he won’t need to. ]