>>5338271With little forethought, the goth woman continues to tighten the bonds around your wrists, unaware that a good portion of the hair is sliding right down your wrists and right onto your sharp fins.
Like thin strands of thread, the hair that meets your fin slices on instant. Harmlessly, it falls to the ground, and it takes little more than a pull to snap the rest apart. As soon as you’re free, you launch yourself right into the air, the whip-hairs cracking right at the spot you’d just been standing in.
Then you’re diving at the strands of hair with your arms outstretched, the woman sending more hair forth to parry.
Madly, savagely, you’re slashing your arms in all directions, the hum of your instinct pulsing in your ear.The funny thing is that it’s not as tough as you initially thought because <span class="mu-i">it’s just hair!</span> There just happens to be a lot of it, which keeps growing back as soon as you cut it off.
In a game between your lightning-fast speed and her whip-like tendrils of hair, the goth’s ability to keep up with you begins to falter. The goth woman does end up getting a few hits on you, but, with how hyperfocused you are on your own goal<span class="mu-i">– to winwInfiGhT–</span> any pain you might have felt is positively absent.
An opening in her defense, and you pounce right in to end it, a calculated strike to the torso bringing her right down to the ground.
<span class="mu-i">“Auugghh!”</span> There’s a shriek from the older woman, her face contorting in pain as vibrant, purple eyes look around for an escape.
“T-Tornado Boy, get your ass up here!” The goth screams, forcing the anger into her voice, and the only response she gets for her troubles is the noise from the ongoing scuffle on the ground.
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