Ara?
The weight of her stole, her dynamic vision, the path of the wind all was felt as if they were a pea and she was but a delicate princess with seven mattresses between them.
Needless to say, Mei slapped away the sword that flew toward the duo like it was a price tag.
While her hand stayed safe the blade did cut into part of her stole due to the angle and velocity. Best not to try and block an actual attack since anything she couldn’t fully bat away like a free sample could press into her instead. Once they became like Chel such wounds wouldn’t be much of an issue but…Mei glanced over at Black Gabumon. Wounds could be healed but baldness would be forever or like ugly bangs would suck too but Mei could preserve through such struggles like she had in the past.
Kotemon seemed to be doing their best but it was such a sorry little thing their best was in this situation. Fire seemed to be a poor choice thing time around it seemed since Gladimon hadn’t popped like a popcorn kernel.
The Spin to win move was nothing new so there should be few surprises from Gladimon. All the pair would need to do is stay away and chip away like last time.
“Black Ice,” Black Gabumon said causing ice to form below them. Mei gently nudged Black Gabumon to get them sliding away while she hustled to pick up the sword she slapped aside as the icicle trail grew.
“Blue Flame,” Black Gabumon followed letting out a weak stream of fire beginning to run out of gas but their energy should be enough to melt enough of the ice they conjured to reduce visibility even if by a little bit. Given Gladimon’s steadfast focus the little bit left in front of Mei wouldn’t freeze him for very long if he touched it but Mei had a different idea in mind.
Looking for the best angle she wedged the twice stolen blade so it rested between two icicles with the hilt at an angle to dig into the ground to impale him if she predicted the single-minded path Gladimon would take. If he wanted to charge at her like some wild boar, he would simply be put down like one.
“Ohoho,” Mei taunted tall enough to be seen over the little bit of cover trusting that she wouldn’t need to lie about the sword ripping her clothes and being immodest since by now her sheer presence seemed enough to make him rage. If her newest ploy failed, Mei would simply dodge the best she could and cash in the next opportunity.
The weight of her stole, her dynamic vision, the path of the wind all was felt as if they were a pea and she was but a delicate princess with seven mattresses between them.
Needless to say, Mei slapped away the sword that flew toward the duo like it was a price tag.
While her hand stayed safe the blade did cut into part of her stole due to the angle and velocity. Best not to try and block an actual attack since anything she couldn’t fully bat away like a free sample could press into her instead. Once they became like Chel such wounds wouldn’t be much of an issue but…Mei glanced over at Black Gabumon. Wounds could be healed but baldness would be forever or like ugly bangs would suck too but Mei could preserve through such struggles like she had in the past.
Kotemon seemed to be doing their best but it was such a sorry little thing their best was in this situation. Fire seemed to be a poor choice thing time around it seemed since Gladimon hadn’t popped like a popcorn kernel.
The Spin to win move was nothing new so there should be few surprises from Gladimon. All the pair would need to do is stay away and chip away like last time.
“Black Ice,” Black Gabumon said causing ice to form below them. Mei gently nudged Black Gabumon to get them sliding away while she hustled to pick up the sword she slapped aside as the icicle trail grew.
“Blue Flame,” Black Gabumon followed letting out a weak stream of fire beginning to run out of gas but their energy should be enough to melt enough of the ice they conjured to reduce visibility even if by a little bit. Given Gladimon’s steadfast focus the little bit left in front of Mei wouldn’t freeze him for very long if he touched it but Mei had a different idea in mind.
Looking for the best angle she wedged the twice stolen blade so it rested between two icicles with the hilt at an angle to dig into the ground to impale him if she predicted the single-minded path Gladimon would take. If he wanted to charge at her like some wild boar, he would simply be put down like one.
“Ohoho,” Mei taunted tall enough to be seen over the little bit of cover trusting that she wouldn’t need to lie about the sword ripping her clothes and being immodest since by now her sheer presence seemed enough to make him rage. If her newest ploy failed, Mei would simply dodge the best she could and cash in the next opportunity.