Isla let the hit connect, sinking into her stomach. She choked,
tears springing to her eyes- then smirked, seizing their arm with
her hands and holding it tight. "My turn," they snarled. Their eyes
glowed. [Pain Split!]
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Isla had no way of avoiding it and a scream started in their
throat. [Thump] Their head dropped, shaking. [Thump] They pulled
off of his hand and stumbled back a few steps.[ [Thump] Then they
lifted their heads, their eyes flashing with vengeance. "My turn,"
they snarled and lifted their hand.
And just as they did so, something burst through the door.
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With a quick turn, I baked up and looked at the door. "H-hey, wanna
turn this into one of those A vs B fights where we team up against
a common enemy? Please?"
"Wait, is that-" I ducked and rolled as he swiped with a claw. With
a flick of a switch I turned my walkie talkie on. "Hear that
smashing? That's Frederick, he-" I dodged again and watched with
horror as the walkie talkie fell out of my pocket and got smashed.
"Crap."
"Truce." As soon as the ball hit him, I went behind him and shocked
him as strong as I could before zipping a few feet away as another
massive hand attempted to smash me.
Isla nodded. "I see. Well, I see that his wimpiness clearly doesn't
run in the family-" Suddenly, the arm slammed into their chest,
sending them flying across the room.
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that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature