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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 7:09 am
"Of course you'd say that," Chrysie mumbled under her breath. This was real life, so it wasn't like her adversary was just gonna come out with 'yeah, whoops, you caught me! I'm actually some extraterrestrial possession thing come down to inhabit this girl's body, but since you found my secret out, it's time to die!' That'd just be stupid. Like, kids' show levels of bad villainy, right?
But as the senshi started circling around like a cat, Chrysie knew she'd have to put her new skills to the test. She needed to get out of this, though, and show Ms. Rey and Izzy that she could handle herself and get out of tricky situations without ending up in an ambulance. What was the best way to do that?
As she got jabbed beneath the ribs (oof), sending her back a couple paces, she realized her answer at once — hit and run.
So while the senshi prowled around, strutting her stuff and spitting like a cat, Chrysie settled on her decision. She'd wait a bit, then try to punch the girl in the gut like she said, then split out of the alley and get back to doing her job somewhere else. Then they'd never meet again and she could forget about the whole thing. Whatever bruise showed up on her ribs later could be from anything, like falling into a trash can or failing to catch a tackle during sports practice or something.
Around she came again, and Chrysie shot out an elbow to catch her as best she could, then bolted for the remainder of the dark alley.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 7:29 am
For a moment, Pan was disappointed to see that her punch hadn't been nearly as effective as she would have liked. But really, all that meant in the long run was she got more chances to inflict some serious hurt.
Circling again, she couldn't help a tiny bit of pride blossoming inside as the officer clearly had taken her lessons to heart. However, as an elbow shot out and managed to catch her in the ribs, he felt less prideful and more annoyed that this pup had gotten one over on her.
Stumbling back and swearing enough to make a hardened trucker blush, Pan let the officer bolt away. Just as well. She needed to get home anyway and finish packing.
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