Noe
Change my priorities
Noe's blow landed - sort of - and this time, the girl was ready for any potential outcome. As her strike glanced off Lena's arm, Noe withdrew, moving as quickly as possible to try and get out of the way. Her efforts, this time, were not in vain, for Lena's next counter whooshed through empty air. Perhaps it had been the punch that had landed, or perhaps Lena simply wasn't trying very hard, or perhaps they were both just maddeningly unskilled - either way, Noe would take it.
Grinning with delight, Noe took a half step forward, to get back in range, and then threw another punch. This time she aimed for Lena's other shoulder, hoping to distribute her punches and so avoid any more serious injury to her friend.
Grinning with delight, Noe took a half step forward, to get back in range, and then threw another punch. This time she aimed for Lena's other shoulder, hoping to distribute her punches and so avoid any more serious injury to her friend.
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
