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You charge RIGHT at him, antlers pointed right at his stomach. It hurts to run right now but you have to try-
"NICE TRY!" Your charge is grinded to a halt. You try to move your head but it refuses to budge more than a few inches. You can barely make out his hands gripping down HARD on your antlers.
[ADVANCED INTUTION] Brace for it. He has enough strength to crack them.
The warning is enough to make sure you don't immediately pass out from the pain but your head is now SEETHING in complete, utter agony. Light pink liquid pours out of the cracks forming in your antlers, splattering down your face and onto the street below.
[ADVANCED INTUTION] He won't be able to break them. Not for a while. Brace through the pain, he'll lower his guard.
You grind your teeth in a desperate attempt to prevent yourself from screaming. Every neuron in your head is frying under the intense, migraine-like headache spreading throughout your head. You swear you hear Frank laughing like a fucking retard at the sight of your suffering.
His grip weakens for the briefest of moments. You take this moment to throw all of your bodyweight forward when he least expects it. Unfortunately, it's not enough to get his hands off your damn antlers but it does send both of you falling onto the hard concrete street.
When both of you slam down HARD onto the floor, it's enough to get him to lose his grip. The two of you are laying prone on the floor, struggling to recover from the throbbing headaches both of you have. Your ADRENALINE IMPLANT activates, letting you get back onto your feet before he can.
You slam your foot down onto his stomach. HARD. Any wind he was recovering was knocked right out of him from that simple impact. You slam it again. And again. And again. Every stomp causes the ETF agent to squeal and hiss in pain.
[ADVANCED INTUTION] He'll stab your leg. Hard. Don't dodge.
You feel something ripping into your leg right as the voice said so. Every inch of your leg is seething in agony at the sharp knife now deeply embedded into your leg. You almost feel a tooth shattering from how hard you're biting down to suppress a scream.
Yet that was his only weapon. Now he's fucked. You raise your leg up one last time before slamming your foot as hard as you can onto his stomach.
It's still not enough to keep him down. His hands grab onto your foot and with all of the strength he has left, he pulls you back down with him. Your back slams HARD against the floor and for a moment you felt something dislocate.
[ADVANCED INTUTION] Rest easily. He's tuckered out. The fight is over. Accept his handshake, it won't be a trick.
As soon as your vision stops swimming, you see that Frank is now sitting back on with nausea washing over his face. He nearly vomits but he holds it back long enough to flash a smile. "Didn't expect a girl to be on par with me. Good work."
You have to admit, if you didn't have this combat bodysuit on, he probably would've overpowered you. That was close.
