Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-30362709-20170409224536/@comment-30362709-20170410213718

Hotaru snarled, how was he weaving so much? Well...he was a boxer. At least he looked like one. When he attempted to grab her, she would stop her trigrams and form a fist with her free hand. She would reel it back before launching it forward to punch him in the face with the strength she had stored in for the next palm strike. If it hit, not only would he have a bruise, he'd possibly glide back a few inches.

"Full of tricks aren't we? I'm not going to lose. I refuse." she'd say, slowly walking towards the male if her fist had connected to his face. "I need to get stronger before he comes back." As if he knew who she was talking about, silly. Hotaru would stop a few feet from him, getting into another gentle fist stance. "I'm not done till I pass out."