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[u][b][color=ec008c]Kylie Jean Mariner[/color]
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Kylie veered away from Cochise's elbow, light on her feet. On the few missions that the new member had been on, she'd seen levels of passion, and that was what was clear to see right now. The strength of his strike was audible, a swoosh left in the aftermath of the missed strike. The Easterner was a tough cookie, for sure. He seemed to prefer single, powerful blows over a wide spread of them, different from the pink-haired assassin herself. Interesting.

As these thoughts went through her head, Kylie felt her feet soar up into the air, knocked away by somebody else. She knew who it was instantly- Kyy. Falling to the floor, his foot then lodged into her ribcage, causing her to wince as he planted it upon her. 

[color=ec008c]"OK, timeout,"[/color] Kylie called, getting to her feet. [color=ec008c]"You're better in close combat than I thought,
 ever thought of switching to a more close-combat oriented Imperial Arm? I'm sure the Boss could find you one." [/color]

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