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Ah ya bastard.. she thought as her punch bounced uselessly off the elf's shoulder. Quickly she sought to reverse her momentum from the retreat that had let her avoid the kick to a driving push of her back leg that would drive the strength of her next punch, a wicked follow up cross with her back hand - straight toward the side of his perfectly sculpted elven face. Truth be told, Kenasoya had no fondness for elves - they were always so uppity and highbrow... With any luck the blow would both surprise him and stagger that elven calm - usually she got the first strike precisely because of the shock of her attack, people usually didn't expect her to be an aggressive fighter - but this elf might prove different.. this whole situation was different, far from the street scuffles that she came from.
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