[MaMa] Center of the Storm
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Her slice was clean, diving through the fabric. Unfortunately for her, he didn't move to block her blow. Instead he stepped in, and even with her attempt at twisting away she felt the blade tug at her clothing, and the sudden feeling of open air against her fur. As rapidly as she could Amy spun back, her shirt falling down as she stepped back, mere scraps holding it in place while she kept her hand up. She wouldn't be able to hold it there for long, but Amy would ensure that she had victory first. Her eyes gleamed, seeing that only a thin band of fabric remained holding the other half of his jeans up. A slice through there would solve the problem.

Spotting him grabbing new weapons Amy growled softly. She had been the one to change the rules in the first place, but both weapons had been grabbed at the beginning. Lowering her hands she let the scraps fall off her body, full breasts revealed in the movement. He had stolen off the first piece of clothing. He only had one piece left to lose though, and she still had her shorts. Straightening Amy licked her lips, spinning the short sword lazily in her grip. The katana would be hard to deal with, but she'd find her way around it. Spinning forwards she lifted her short sword to catch the katana, moving her other hand to draw a knife and let her spin past the katana's reach to finish him off.


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