[ Oh, Michiru. Further sparring sessions are going to be all about practicing restraint - which is the true measure of a martial artist, anyway. Haruka keeps a firm hold on that hand. You're welcome to lean. She's sore, and wet, but she isn't bruised. ] This way.
[ World Shaking, get in the pen. Haruka twitches her head in the proper direction, and the Rhyhorn lumbers in their wake, stomping on a rock as he passes it without understanding quite why he's upset. It's because he didn't get a run, isn't it. Fine. She'll take him out again later. ]
that works every time!
[ World Shaking, get in the pen. Haruka twitches her head in the proper direction, and the Rhyhorn lumbers in their wake, stomping on a rock as he passes it without understanding quite why he's upset. It's because he didn't get a run, isn't it. Fine. She'll take him out again later. ]