Amerowolf

OOC: Island, you impatient pervert. Watchin' girls fight...Creepy condiment.

Sechs felt the soft fleshy arm push back upon her mechanical one, with force that was surprising coming from a woman of flesh and blood. Then again, no warrior wouldn't have gotten this far without it. He watched her hand slide over her torso after obviously having read the movement in her eyes.

"Defense..." Sechs mumbled as they entered this deadlock. "Gets you no where." Sechs thrust her fist forward at the woman's arm, even turning her shoulder forward for added force.

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