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« Last post by Sinthia B on Today at 12:43:10 PM »
I let out a slow breath as the pressure lifts off me, the corner of my mouth curling into a small grin despite the dirt smeared across my cheek. For a moment I stay where I am, one knee tucked under me, palm pressed into the ground where you’d just had me pinned.
“Mm,” I murmur, glancing up at you. “Thought you were gonna stay and enjoy the view a little longer." I'd wanted the match to go to the floor early. :Someone must have warned you about my ground game."
I push off the ground and rise smoothly to my feet, brushing the dust from my hands as I straighten. My eyes never leave you while you back away out of reach. I roll my shoulders once, loosening up, feeling the tension settle into something ready.
“Opening skirmish, huh?” I say, tilting my head slightly. “Careful… keep talking like that and I might think you’re taking me seriously.”
My stance settles naturally—one foot sliding back, knees bent, weight balanced. I shift lightly on my feet, testing the distance between us.
I crack my neck to one side with a quiet pop.
“Don’t worry, sugar,” I add with a faint smirk. “I wasn’t planning on staying down.”
Leaning forward just a touch, I let my hands hover ready, eyes locked on you.
“And if you think that was the easy part…”
My grin widens.
“…you might wanna reconsider getting back within reach.”