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Fine. I feel sick, and not just in the physical way.
I'll fight, but only with someone who wants to. Someone I know. It's only... just until you call it quits. I don't think it counts if we hold back, but- no hard feelings. For anyone. Promise me that.
I'll fight, but only with someone who wants to. Someone I know. It's only... just until you call it quits. I don't think it counts if we hold back, but- no hard feelings. For anyone. Promise me that.
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on 2011-06-20 02:32 am (UTC)[She falls to her knees, still panicking, the weight of her arm pulling it down against the floor.] Wait, I- [She clutches at the point of her arm that's not iced over. The arm is rapidly becoming numb, and she has no way to get rid of the ice.]
Okay, okay. You win.
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on 2011-06-20 02:46 am (UTC)Are you okay?
[He's a little winded himself, bleeding and bruised here and there, but nothing too serious. He snaps on Incinerate, keeping it carefully to a dim glow, and holds it over her frozen arm without touching her.]
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on 2011-06-20 04:07 am (UTC)[He delivers her to her room, and sets her directly on the bed.]
Get some rest. I'll check on you later.
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