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>[Despite being nine step deeps into a recipe for the Dojo trainees to eat (a word which here means 'put in their mouths and avoid swallowing at all cost'), Lillith still couldn't concentrate. Her new arm submission hold had been a grand success when training with the smaller members of the Dojo, but she was still unsure how to handle anyone her size... or bigger.]
Once again gazing out through the kitchen door, Lillith sees one large man clearly enjoying using his size to bully some of the smaller trainees. Lillith snaps the wooden spoon with one hand, and the pieces clutter to the floor as she heads out one more to the training mats. As she arrives, the man has taken his opponent's back, and slid one arm under their neck to grasp his own bicep. A fancier hold than Lillith's new and simple one, but nothing too complicated for the big red grappling machine.
"LILLITH NEXT."
>[The man looks Lillith up once over, and with a sly smirk says words to the effect of 'why not'. The extra competitors move out of the way, and a small crowd gathers round. The man shoots in for a single leg, but Lillith does not budge. He has clearly misunderstood the situation. Pray for him.]
Lillith stomps the back of the man's head, sending him face first to the thin mat with a sickening crunch. As the Dojo chef stands above the man's legs, he tries to crawl away, but Lillith grabs him by the waist and lifts him into the air applying the same hold she had seen him use. A brief struggle gives way to silence, as the bully goes limp, and Lillith rolls him out of her grasp. Getting to her feet, Lillith doesn't say another word as she heads back to the kitchen, one more hold richer than five minutes prior.
