>>9783598>>9783743Shogun watches Skelly casually get picked up and suplexed into the floor, jumping a bit out of reflex, only to see that the girl got up fine. A suplex of love, apparently. She can't help but chuckle.
Listening to Skelly's welcoming invitation, and the request to ease up...she didn't want to admit she was partially "easing up" just out of respect--force of habit--but she truly was a nice, humble girl. Or rather, just Skelly.
And then, the girl who was about a couple of inches shorter than her reached up to pat her on the head. It was both disarming and bizarre. in the best way possible.
>Th-thank you, Skelly-san. I won't be getting anything done sitting here starstruck, that's for sure.>I'll be sure to use the place to the best of its ability, and I know Onigiri's eager to cook rice as payment. If only I could offer something myself...besides the promise of making things right.>>9783407*BZZ BZZ*
Shogun perked up. A message from Holly, maybe?
...oh.
Reluctantly, Shogun watches Nikki talk her game and make her request. A cocktail of anxiety and disgust swell with in her, the image of Holly's post-match assault flashing with every condescending word and boast of her indulgent, sinful lifestyle. She was brave, usually...but the Divine Angels were something else. Yet anger carried her forth.
Every part of her wanted to get in the ring and defy them.
But Skelly makes a point. Shogun couldn't help but swap between glorifying the champion and balking at a young innocent girl recognizing the trap for what it was. She closes her phone.
>An excellent point. While it's my understanding that Priscilla doesn't suffer failure gladly, I don't trust them to let things lie in the event we win.>And I'll be honest? We shouldn't be fighting anyone, let alone her, until we're through here.>I hate to impose, but the backup would be appreciated. I owe you a debt.>...well, let's pick our spirits up with some training, shall we? 