Tap tap tap. Sammy's feet taps against the side of the waterway, against the hard cement. Her bare feet, the tips of her nails. Her shoes are off, her pants are off too, and the vest, lying next to her to dry. She's wearing her lime shirt and a pair of bright pink panties. Those two she just wrung out and put back on, heat pack underneath her shirt against her chest. Extremities get the coldest, gotta keep them moving, tap tap tap.

"So, what kind of DNA you got in there? Fucking water buffalo or something? I don't get how you're this much of a tank. Fucking hell, if this place had a roof instead of being open, I could've hit it hard enough to drop it on you. But I hit you and you just shrugged it off. Maybe rhino? Is it rhino? Don't fucking tell me it's rhino."

There's a casualness to her now. This was a good loss. It wasn't like the loss to Machia. She could get stronger here, push harder. Or get faster. Gata would have...hmm "So, what would Gata have done? You fought her a bunch, right? I wanna move like her. Could she walk on water, punch you and then run around you even here so you never got a hand on her? Or would she be the type that never closed on you, forced you back until you were sinking into the ocean?"