HP: 40
DMG: 2
Xenotime's victory against Hauyne had been a near thing and the fighter was wearing the reality of that as she stared back across the ring at the young general she'd been paired with for this round. Her lip was split, there were dark stains on the front of her uniform where the senshi's magic had cut her open, and here here and there where bare skin allowed there were other bruises.
She hadn't had the pleasure of meeting Jet before today, not in person, but she knew about him by reputation. He was young, but he was fierce and determined, and Xe was eager to face off against him.
The problem she saw was the advantage his weapon would give him. As a polearm it gave him a longer reach over her spiked knuckles. Well, she'd just have to keep moving, give him a hard target to hit. She flashed him a grin.
She didn't feel like there was much to say, so she saved them the small talk, rushing in instead, slipping in close to throw a quick little jab at his side before attempting to dance back and out of reach again. Just a test, curious at his speed and reaction time.
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