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Playing her little game might be fun. No matter what she pulled, you were sure you could win anything decided by a fight. Entertaining that would have required more respect though. For now all Yuliana had earned was a scornful retort.
“Oh, yeah?” you cocked your head questioningly, manic smirk not leaving your face, “You’re gonna kill me? You know how many people have tried to do that? You’re <span class="mu-i">soft</span> and you know it. How about you save your empty threats for when your kill count’s got more tallies than your bedpost, huh? Cunt.”
Yuliana snatched out her right hand and it sped towards your left. Reflex was interrupted by a sharp twinge of pain as your left arm failed to quicken to what was demanded of it in time.
<span class="mu-i">WHACK</span>
You’d been slapped in the face before. That was nothing, besides the sting and the rawness left after. You’d been punched, kicked, shot, stabbed, cut, beaten nearly to death before. The pain might as well have not been there. That wasn’t what made you pause; made you glance to the floor in silence.
