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Ruth held back a groan, replacing it with an airy chuckle. While her suit was in the works, she had to wear men's plus size clothing so it wouldn't rip during her size shift. Unfortunately, not even a four-X could contain her at her largest. She knew she should've made Fire Fuckface promise not to tell anyone about their less than convenient sparring matches. Then again, she was sure he wouldn't have complied. She'd probably be blabbering about it if the situations were switched.

Before she could say a word, he was standing up to replace his book. She watched him, curious. How did he know Fire Fist? In all honesty, she didn't care enough to investigate further. The thought was fleeting. Upon his return, she propped up her elbow on the table and cradled her chin with a cupped hand, giving him her full attention. 

[color=F93FE7]"Who knows if he was? Lying, that is. There are so many different metahumans out there nowadays. A fifty foot woman doesn't sound all that far-fetched."[/color] She dismissed it with a wave. [color=F93FE7]"Did your friend say anything else about this woman?"[/color] A sly smirk, [color=F93FE7]"That she was...I don't know, ridiculously attractive? Or ugly, that too."[/color]

Knowing what little she did about Fire Fist, he'd likely hold a grudge over his lost matches. They were nearly equal in skill, with him being slightly above her. It usually came down to her pinning him with sheer size and weight.