Sailor Mercury? Soldier of Wisdom and Justice? In that skirt? That was fucking hilarious. Falis couldn't help herself; she laughed - deep and hearty.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's the funniest fucking thing I've heard since I've been here, Ami. Most witches I know don't try to make their targets laugh themselves to death; they try to go with the fucking intimidating shit," she replied with a smirk. "And they don't go showing off their legs like that. Tell me, sweetheart, ain't you a bit a cold flashing your panties and all like you did when you jumped out of that ring? Not that I minded..."
That last bit was said hoping it'd fluster Ami a little considering how red she'd turned when the bow had been torn off and earlier when Falis had kissed her on the cheek. Before the words were fully off of Falis' lips, she was on the move. She may not have her unmatched speed here, but she was still pretty fucking fast.
The hunter's form exploded forward, but went past Ami on the girl's right, her sword in it's reversed fashion coming up as if it was going to cut along Ami's shoulder as the blonde shot past her. The blade did not connect, though, merely close enough to shear a piece of that floofy sleeve off if Ami didn't move fast enough.
The hunter's mark was tired, Falis could sense this. Labored breathing, though she was doing a decent job covering it up, there was a good chance the ice witch was out of magic for the moment. Falis wasn't entirely sure, but she was going to take the chance that Ami was tapped out. Immediately once the tip of the sword passed Ami's shoulder, Falis pivoted and put all her considerable strength into her strike as she tried to drive the butt of her sword straight into Ami's gut, the blade still running down the back of her arm where it wouldn't cut the supposed Sailor Soldier.
"I warned you," she said to Ami in a low voice. "But I've been called worse."
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"HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's the funniest fucking thing I've heard since I've been here, Ami. Most witches I know don't try to make their targets laugh themselves to death; they try to go with the fucking intimidating shit," she replied with a smirk. "And they don't go showing off their legs like that. Tell me, sweetheart, ain't you a bit a cold flashing your panties and all like you did when you jumped out of that ring? Not that I minded..."
That last bit was said hoping it'd fluster Ami a little considering how red she'd turned when the bow had been torn off and earlier when Falis had kissed her on the cheek. Before the words were fully off of Falis' lips, she was on the move. She may not have her unmatched speed here, but she was still pretty fucking fast.
The hunter's form exploded forward, but went past Ami on the girl's right, her sword in it's reversed fashion coming up as if it was going to cut along Ami's shoulder as the blonde shot past her. The blade did not connect, though, merely close enough to shear a piece of that floofy sleeve off if Ami didn't move fast enough.
The hunter's mark was tired, Falis could sense this. Labored breathing, though she was doing a decent job covering it up, there was a good chance the ice witch was out of magic for the moment. Falis wasn't entirely sure, but she was going to take the chance that Ami was tapped out. Immediately once the tip of the sword passed Ami's shoulder, Falis pivoted and put all her considerable strength into her strike as she tried to drive the butt of her sword straight into Ami's gut, the blade still running down the back of her arm where it wouldn't cut the supposed Sailor Soldier.
"I warned you," she said to Ami in a low voice. "But I've been called worse."