FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

[Tex]

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//been meanin' to make one, sorry if it was confusin'~ lemme know if ya need me to explain somethin', ahah

as tex approached for her attack her eyes squinted as she could tell that her opponent was clearly getting serious about this battle. to the agent, this was an extremely good sign of a fight. no more talking; no more gloating; just the battle at hand with two opposing sides seeking victory. it wouldn't be the first time when someone else gives her that look of murderous intent and it most definitely will not be her last. she'd admit this as well; this individual is skilled indeed and not to be entirely underestimated.

this was proved even further as tex's visionaries followed deldrach's movements to dodge and counterattack her follow-up attack. new future battle scars were made on her leg as tex just barely reacted in time to get herself out of the situation. a silent "hm" escaped her throat as she dashed a bit backwards. looks like she was getting too smug during that approach; she wasn't going to be so careless with this one anymore, or anyone else in the near future. that was not and is not how she operate while in combat, or else things like this or worse could happen. looking back the damage she shrugged it off in order to bring her focus back onto deldrach. it was at this moment everything else going on around her virtually became inaudible. the only sounds she could here was crumbling of the ground beneath her opponents feet and their slow, ragged breaths. blood dripped down her now injured leg; hopefully it won't make her slip. tex would bring all of her focus onto this sole enemy while also making sure no one else would try to sneak up behind her for an attack. she was no longer going with her carefree fighting stance; this one was drastically more professional as her apparently muscular build tensed. this time she'd wait for her opponent to take action; but only for a little while.
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