And despite that last weak punch Mitsu felt her FEAR shield break. She was now vulnerable not to mention worn feeling and tired. Taking a step back she held up her hands submissively though her arms hurt to do so. They still felt like dead weight, blood streaming in thin lines in all directions.
"You did a good job," Mitsu complimented, staggering a bit on her feet. She needed to sit down.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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