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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 9:26 am
Denebola was positive she could feel the purple girl's hair slip through her fingers as they both hit the ground, albeit in different directions and ways. She cursed as she managed to tuck herself into a ball as she crashed into the ground, eventually ending up on her knees wind knocked out of her. She sat there for a moment panting heavily as the repercussions of her attack hit her hard.
She felt the dizziness overcome her senses even more so as she stood up wobbling side to side. The street spun around her as she tried to look around, seeking her target. At one point she thought she had spotted the purple haired teen only to be uncertain as to where she was actually standing.
It wasn't until the other girl was already on her feet, and probably darting off, that the world stopped spinning for the redhead. "You may have gotten away this time, but you won't be so lucky next time!" She called after, standing in the middle of the path glaring at the spot she was sure she had last seen the negaverser.
While Denebola had no intention of killing, a fact made unclear, she had certainly wanted to beat the girl enough that she never thought about powering up again without worry. Still, the senshi was relatively proud of herself if only for the fact that, for once, she had not been the one to flee.
It was a small victory but she was happy to take it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 10:37 am
Fluorite ran. She offered no witty saying as Denebola's words reached her ears, she just ran. What if she could do that magic bullshit again, after all ?
She ran, wriggled her way in between a narrow path in between the two buildings and came out on the other side, which was where she finally dared to stop and catch her breath.
She'd gotten away, but not unshattered. Her midsection was hurting, and she could already see bruises forming where she had thrown herself against the pavement.
Nothing too hard to hide, but it still rankled. It was only then that Fluorite became Ashley again, and went off to lick her wounds.
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