My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian
The tall one would land something that should've folded her, something with real weight, and the short one would wear it and close the distance again, closer than before.
That's the whole game, if you've sat through enough fights. The tall one was winning and had never once been made to suffer for it. She landed and reset, landed and reset, waiting for the other one to do the sensible thing and fall down. The short one was not going to fall down. She was going to make this long, and ugly, and about who could stand the most, and there is only one way that ends. The body that gives out first loses, and it's never the body that's been getting ready to give out the whole time. It's the one that
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