[Fang dresses without haste and without shame, picking one of the black shirts and rolling up the sleeves as well. Without the robe covering it, the tattoo down the length of her forearm is revealed. More scars too, most faint, a few slightly raised along her skin. She absently checks her other arm instinctively, and sighs in what seems like relief upon seeing nothing there. She knots the shirt at the end, leaving her stomach exposed. The shirt is stupid, says stupid things, and the hot pants are higher than she'd typically consider comfortable, but somehow, she seems to look pretty comfortable in this outfit. The power of unending confidence.]
Damn!
[She slaps her knee.]
Wish I had my spear. Something tells me you've got me beat in hand to hand. Knew a guy like you, a friend — you seem a hell of a lot smarter than him, so that's a relief. But he could throw a punch that could dent steel.
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[Fang dresses without haste and without shame, picking one of the black shirts and rolling up the sleeves as well. Without the robe covering it, the tattoo down the length of her forearm is revealed. More scars too, most faint, a few slightly raised along her skin. She absently checks her other arm instinctively, and sighs in what seems like relief upon seeing nothing there. She knots the shirt at the end, leaving her stomach exposed. The shirt is stupid, says stupid things, and the hot pants are higher than she'd typically consider comfortable, but somehow, she seems to look pretty comfortable in this outfit. The power of unending confidence.]
Damn!
[She slaps her knee.]
Wish I had my spear. Something tells me you've got me beat in hand to hand. Knew a guy like you, a friend — you seem a hell of a lot smarter than him, so that's a relief. But he could throw a punch that could dent steel.
Shall we? We've got a lot of ground to cover.