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[b]“Five seconds,”[/b] Mauve Night repeated, purple twintails swaying from side to side. [b]“Feel free to psych yourself all you have to before then, porcupine boy!”[/b]

Raising up her hand, all fingers splayed out, the Level 3 Ranger flashed her teeth in a way that could either be a smile or a snarl. [b]“Fi-”[/b]

Blue Nova rushed in, the Berserker’s agility stats being put to work as the distance was closed.

[b]“-ve.”[/b]

A powerful haymaker rushed in, one that would have been debilitating in real life and would no doubt hurt like a bitch if it landed. But there was too much of a windup, too much of a telegraph, and Mauve Night’s thumb bent inwards, the ‘five’ becoming a ‘four’ as she stepped in, ducking under Blue Nova’s swing. Side-by-side, the Ranger pivoted on her front foot, turning to face the Berserker as her index finger crooked. The second blow was evaded as well, a backstep to barely get out of range of the backhanded slap before she closed the distance once more. The close proximity made that dashing ability pointless as a gap-closer, and while it was mildly uncomfortable…

Mauve Night’s grin widened, finally feeling something other than irritation.

…it was the danger that made this fun.

Flipping backwards, she sprung on one hand before landing three meters away, her ring finger pressed against her thumb.
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“Finished warming up?” [/b]the gunslinger said, [b]“Feel free to start pulling out your special moves now. I’ll begin reciprocating as well, ok?”[/b]

Her pinky folded, left hand clenching into a fist. Like a cowboy from an old-time western, Mauve Night shot from the hip, spraying six bullets into the general area of Blue Nova, unconcerned about whether or not they would actually hit.

Just a greeting, after all.
[@Lord of Evil]