JustAnAuthor
The only thing to fear is fear itself.
She hit the ground, swooping her leg around, tackling him over with her, she regained her posture; standing above him, her foot pressed lightly on his chest, yet strong enough in pressure to keep him pinned down.
She winked, smirking down at him. "Better luck next time."
She winked, smirking down at him. "Better luck next time."