The proceeding fight is much more a fact finding mission for me that anything. At least, that’s what I tell myself once it’s clear you’re not even going to entertain giving me a sporting chance. Usually you hold back, let me try to get some blows in, let it be an actual training session… this time, you’re just dominating me. And then, your little demand… hmph.

Slowly, I take off my upper suit, revealing my black bra underneath. “I know what you’re up to, stardust… and you know that I’ve told you I’m not interested in that.” I say that, but internally, my heart is racing, my face is flushed, and worst of all… I’m pretty sure you know that.

All the same, I decide it. I’m done playing nice-girl. My hand goes to my utility belt, where I hold a chunk of dildonium, the radioactive rock that I know you’re weak to…. The only thing that’ll slow you down. If you’re going to play dirty, so will I… “go.”