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[i]Kull stepped back onto his left foot as Selandra moved forwards, knees bending. His reach was indeed far shorter. He had little choice but to try and play on the fringes of her reach as best he could with a mere ten feet of leeway, hoping she'd slip up.

[color=9e0b0f]*A grim show of teeth, wicked eyebrows arching sardonically, as if in audience of a black comedy*[/color]

Except he didn't screw around or retreat. He didn't take another step backwards. The axe swayed perilously and Kull abruptly moved towards Selandra almost as quickly as she was moving towards him, legs scissoring as he closed the distance on her. He was estimating the reach she currently had with her net and trident as she did so, and would take note of how far her hand was from the head of her weapon as well as what kind of grip she had on the net. The captain was strong, but he moved also with a fluid conservation. He wasn't a chunky bodybuilder or a useless weightlifter. He was a lifetime warrior, quick and decisive as well as powerful. Selandra wanted to whittle him down, but judging by the prowling purpose of his approach, by the latent burning electricity crackling and sizzling just below the surface, there'd not be time for playing it safe. It seemed like he barely even acknowledged her net as a threat, and that looming axe might as well have had her name emblazoned on the flat of the blade. Yet... He had so many openings, didn't he?[/i]

"WOMAN! HAVE YOU EVER WORN HIGH HEELS!? HOW TALL WOULD YOU BE THEN, YOU DAMNED VIXEN, YOU!? THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES! FUCK!"