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[u][b][color=ec008c]Kylie Jean Mariner[/color]
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[color=ec008c]"Alright then. I'd definitely like to see what both of you can do in close quarters without Imperial arms. Haven't really gotten a good opportunity in recent times,"[/color] Kylie said, turning to the door. [color=ec008c]"I'm going to throw something wearable on. I'd recommend you do so too,"[/color] she said to Kyy. [color=ec008c]"I'd rather not be distracted while in combat."[/color]

Kylie went to her bedroom, changing into a cream-colored tank top and a pair of blue shorts. She quickly ran a comb through her knotted pink hair before putting on a pair of sneakers and exiting to the training grounds- which was hardly more than a large, dusty expanse with a single training dummy (it was orange with a picture of the Prime Minister's face glued onto it, as well as several sword slashes and arrows poking out in various places). Kylie leaned back against the wall of the hideout, waiting for whoever was coming to fight her to come and fight her. 

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