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[u][b][color=ec008c]Kylie Jean Mariner[/color]
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[color=ec008c]"Oh, it's on,"[/color] Kylie said with a gentle wink. Before she threw an attack, she observed her opponent, which was her incredibly provocative Night Raid partner. He seemed to be keeping his hands in his pockets. Somebody was underestimating somebody else. Kylie hoped that Kyy was being too confident, and that he had missed the time that Kylie beat 8 armed bikers with nothing but her fists and a plastic bottle of water. 

A deep breath filling her lungs, Kylie crossed the distance between her and Kyy, throwing an upwards kick towards his chin- a strong blow, but not enough to dislocate his head. She landed on the ground lightly, like a feather would the dust, prepared to launch a counterattack against the male should he choose to fight back. 

Kylie hated losing, but something about losing to Kyy in particular would be especially embarrassing to the assassin.

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