Larxene rolled out of the way this time. When would her roommate learn that she was much too slow to ever hit her like that? Still, there was one thing that had been bothering her as their little “fight” went on.

“Hey.” She said, getting on one knee. “Why don’t you have any scratch marks on you?” Where had they gone indeed.

“I distinctly remembered seeing them before you smashed your face against mine.”