[And she finishes it off with a kick of her own, heel slamming against the back of his head. Down he goes, landing with a loud thud against the deck, unconscious. With that out of the way, she brushes the dust off the bodice of her dress.
Meanwhile, the one that still remains awake is rolling on the ground, groaning and clutching at his groin, the skirt still wrapped around his head. She can stand to leave him there for a bit longer.]
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Meanwhile, the one that still remains awake is rolling on the ground, groaning and clutching at his groin, the skirt still wrapped around his head. She can stand to leave him there for a bit longer.]
Didn't you say there were ten?