Bullshit. You could murder me if you wanted to, so how could any of that be true?
[How could she admire him? He had yet to defeat her. He knew if she went all-out, he wouldn't stand a chance. He stares at her, looking down at her hands, grasping them into his. They're soft, seemingly fragile, but he knows the power she has in her and he places his forehead against hers, looking conflicted.]
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[How could she admire him? He had yet to defeat her. He knew if she went all-out, he wouldn't stand a chance. He stares at her, looking down at her hands, grasping them into his. They're soft, seemingly fragile, but he knows the power she has in her and he places his forehead against hers, looking conflicted.]
Why won't you try to kill me in battle?