Beautiful Illusion

The female was caught by Sechs' boot, choking a little in mid-air ... she had not expected that. She did not feel a vulgar comment about being 'cushioned', was exactly appropriate, either. Instead, she landed with an awkwardness, albeit delicately, upon the hard floor ... little balance in her stance, replaced by the kind of shaky approach belonging to those still in recovery.

"So be it, then ... " She murmured softly, brushing her chest a little. "But it is seldom I do not get what I want." Lust started forward again, this time noting the blade strapped to Sechs' hip - why had she not used it? The female shook the thought away quickly ... her opponent's actions were only her concern when she was to calculate a counterattack. Her steps gained speed just as they had done before, though this time, the female did not launch herself into the air ... instead, her talons could be seen to grow a few inches. She would not insult her opponent by holding back, and she had learned that under-estimation could soon lead to downfall. In spite of this, the sin hoped Sechs would defend ... her desire to fight was beginning to outsrip her desire to win.

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