[ She lets go of the blade, lets him pull it from her grasp. She knows it's over, there's no point in denying that he's right -- but that sure as hell doesn't mean she has to look pleased about it.
Melee just gives him a little shove, then crosses her arms over her chest, prideful. ]
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Melee just gives him a little shove, then crosses her arms over her chest, prideful. ]
Yeah, a'ight. [ Grudgingly: ] You're stronger. Fine.