“You were talking pretty big earlier, too!” She let out a grunt as Otto swung his weapon at her, her arm stinging, but nothing too detrimental. Since she was still in such close proximity to the teen, she just kept it up. “What is the matter, little boil?” She purred mockingly. “In over your stupid socked head?”
She switched fists, and socked him again right in the gut.
HP: 14/50
DMG: 7
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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