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post Nov 20 2008, 02:55 PM
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Zee keeps her eyes locked on the closest group of gangers. Tasha didn't seem to want to try talking her way out of this one, and Zee took that to mean that diplomacy was probably not an option, here. Even if Tasha and Zee did nothing to defend their property, these people seemed like they would kill one another fighting over which of them was going to steal the bikes. There was little doubt that people were going to die, over these bikes - the questions that remained were 'who?' and 'how many?' Zee resolved to make sure that Tasha would not be among the dead, and to try to contain the number of casualties it took to reestablish their safety.

"I'm tough." Zee suggested, as if Tasha's comment had given her the idea. "Let me handle this."

As Zee moves forward, confidently, Tasha notices her reach towards the small of her back and pull something small and cylindrical out from the back of her pants. Whatever it is, it disappears into the curve of her hand, as Zee casually lets her hand fall back to her side. Zee continued to approach the closest group, with slow determination, ready to spring into action if the locals turn violent. Her mimicry co-processers were working overtime to make sure her gait looked realistic, and that she moved her body, just right, to draw the gangers' attention away from her hand and towards the parts of her anatomy that they were already showing interest in.

"So, which one of you wants to go first?" She asks, raising an eyebrow, as she gets close.
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post Nov 20 2008, 06:33 PM
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Zee:

One of the gangers raises his eyebrows questioningly. "Go first? What are you, like a hooker or something?"

"Man, I'd hit that."

"Dude, I don't think she wants to fuck you. I think she wants to fight you."

"Haha, seriously?" He looks you over dubiously. "Well, I don't know about that. I don't like to hit girls."

"Oh please, that's bullshit, Connor. Last time I went over to your doss, your bitch was missing half her teeth."

The ganger laughs. "Oh yeah, forgot about that. Let's just say I don't like to hit girls who don't have it coming to them."

He rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles. "But hey, if you really want to fight me, I ain't gonna back down."

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Careful to keep the gangers in your peripheral vision, you turn your head to see an enormous troll emerge from within the bar. You reassess the threat level of the situation...if this one is going to jump into the brawl, there might be one hell of a fight on your hands. He has dozens of scars etched across his face, and he has so much bulk on him that his biceps probably have biceps. He's wearing a pair of shock gloves on his hands and has a huge pistol slung across his gun belt.

"Nothing's going on, Sonny," the ganger says. "Just having a friendly chat with a couple of the neighborhood ladies."

The troll snarls. "Don't give me that bullshit, Connor. If you're up for a real fight, get your scrawny ass inside the bar and jump into the ring. Otherwise, if I catch you boys hassling potential customers again, I'm going to rip off your head and shove it up Jimmy's ass right here, and then I'll rip off his head and shove it up your ass. Got it?"

He glares at you and Tasha. "You are customers, right? If you are, you have my guarantee that these little fuckers aren't going to touch you or your property, at least until you leave. If not, you're on your own."
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post Nov 20 2008, 08:17 PM
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Zee watched, as the gangers discussed her - and was just a few processor cycles from releasing the weight on her whip and making an example out of the guy who seemed to become their unofficial volunteer. She didn't particularly want to do it, but she calculated that a quick and gruesome attack on one of their "alpha" members - especially a decapitation or a crippling laceration - followed up by attacks on any of his friends who dared to object, would have the best chance of clearing the area quickly - saving the lives of anyone smart enough to reconsider how badly they wanted a new bike.

The arrival of the troll made her hesitate, though. At first, she was concerned that he might weigh in if things got violent, or that crossing him would jeopardize their mission. Before she had made up her mind, the situation seemed to resolve itself. As soon as there was no immediate threat to either Zee or Tasha, the girl seemed to loose interest in the gangers.

Zee smirked, a facial expression that she believed appropriate for the situation and demeanor she wanted to portray. "I guess I'll see you, when we leave, then, Connor?" She turned her back to him, and his friends - still mapping their positions with her radar, in case any of them tried anything - and walked back to Tasha.

When she got close, she said. "Violence wasn't necessary. They are already intimidated."

She turned her head towards the squatters, who seemed to have grown slightly more confident now that the bikes had become off-limits to the gangers. The only reason some of them had not rushed the girls upon arrival was the idea that the gangers might fight them for anything valuable they found. A couple of them turned away, after hearing the troll's threats, slotting another chip or pulling a tattered coat over their faces - but a handful seemed to still be considering moving in, and only seemed to be waiting to see if the girls would leave their vehicles unattended - or if the troll was going to go back inside, first.

"Do you want me to guard the bikes, or stay with you?" Zee asked. It was going to be dangerous, either way - but Zee felt more confident, now, that the troll would not let anything bad happen to Tasha - at least not while she was in his bar.
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post Nov 21 2008, 07:31 AM
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Tasha wavers.

"I, uh, well, I think he intimidated anyone who doesn't want to die, but no one watching the bikes, you can bet some desperate or stupid punk might try anyways. I hate to keep sticking you with all the boring jobs, but... hey, wait a sec. When I first met you, you shot that one guy through a wall. Some kind of sensor, right? So how much range do you have on it? Maybe you could come in, but still keep an eye on the bikes? 'Course, it'll still look like no one's watching the bikes, so you'd have to stay near the door, to be able to rush out. At least you could come in, though, watch my back, get a drink... your call."
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post Nov 21 2008, 02:12 PM
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Zee shrugged. "I don't need a drink, but I am more worried about your safety, than either of the bikes'." She reached behind her and nonchalantly replaced her weapon in its concealed location. "Range is one-hundred meters, less if there is interference, or dense materials. Sensing neither, at the moment." She tilted her head in the direction of the nearest alley. "Like you said, though: It will still look like nobody is watching, so anyone desperate enough to try something, will, and I'll end up out here, anyway."

"If it is my call, I think it is best if I stay here, and keep an eye on you, through the wall. My presence might save some lives, if it dissuades them from coming closer, and it seems like patrons are not hassled, at least while they are in there, so I think you will be safe. If I see a problem, I'll abandon the bikes and back you up, and you can ping me if there is an emergency."

Zee seems to look Tasha up and down. "If you have any audio or visual sensors, link them to me. At the very least, we should keep a matrix channel open so we can talk."

The two girls spent a moment, exchanging digital handshakes and establishing a connection between their nodes. Zee encrypted the connection, and Tasha shared a link to her image-link, subvocal-mic, and the built in camera and microphone on her Novatech Airware. In her field-of-view, Tasha's contacts displayed two small windows - one showing the world through Zee's eyes (which, at the moment, showed Tasha) and the other showing a 3D mapsoft rendering of the immediate area. Two blips represented the bikes, and a number of fainter blips marked the positions of the people in the area, including a few patrons inside the building. It also provided a pretty high resolution map of the Rancid Rainbow - although Tasha had been there before, and already knew the layout.

As Tasha headed in, Sonny the troll called back to Zee, "You sure you wanna say out there, honey?" Zee nodded back, confidently, and the troll just shrugged and followed Tasha inside mumbling to himself, "... its your funeral."

Zee noticed some movement from the nearest group of gangers, as soon as the door close, and turned to see Connor had moved to the front of his group, and seemed to be sizing up Zee. "I guess this means I am not a potential customer, anymore," she said, leaning back on Tasha's bike to conceal the fact that she was drawing the haft of her whip into her hand, again.

She stared back, silently daring anyone to make a move, and secretly hoping they would have the good-sense not to.
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post Nov 22 2008, 06:11 AM
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After establishing a communications link with Zee, Tasha heads down the short flight of worn steps into the Rancid Rainbow. No one frisks her, or even asks if she's carrying. Most people here probably are. It's that kind of place. The bar is dimly lit, except for the day-glo psychedelic murals on the walls. Unlike the one outside, these ones are untouched by vandals.

There are some chairs and tables, but most people are either at the bar (smoking, drinking, or chipping their favorite mode of oblivion), or clustered around the ring, watching the fights. Spontaneous bar fights are discouraged here - it's considered rude not to give everyone else a chance to put their money down on it. Right now, two bedraggled squatters are howling and clumsily slashing at each other with cheap ceramic knives, with the crowd alternately laughing and shouting encouragement to them.

The bartender, Shotgun Shellie, is nonchalantly leaning on the counter at the moment, but Tasha has seen the six-armed changeling mix drinks with a dazzling speed and virtuosity. Good as she is, Tasha wouldn't want to go up against Shotgun Shellie. There's few things scarier than having six sawed-off shotguns all leveled at you.

She supposes she'll start out with Shellie, who is relatively reasonable, bribe-wise (although it's a flat fee, whether she knows anything or not), and work through some of the other low-lifes if Shellie doesn't know anything. She'll probably wind up buying Shellie's exotic drink concoctions (like the Rat's Nest Rainbow, a mix of habenero sauce, whiskey, scotch, and paint thinner) for a number of folks. They tend to prefer payment in booze over cred here.
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post Nov 22 2008, 07:41 PM
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Tasha:

Shellie spends a tick looking over the photographs of the gangers you hand her before sliding them back to you across the counter.

"Yeah, I know those guys," she says. "Unfortunately for you, my nephew happens to be in that gang of theirs, so if you want dirt, it ain't gonna come easy. I've seen your face around here a couple of times, but I know you're not from this part of town. Let me tell you something...here in Redmond, we look out for our own, because nobody else does."

She pauses, and laughs. "Ah fuck it, that's a crock of shit, we beat, stab, rob, and murder our own, but hell, we don't want outsiders coming in thinking they can just jump in for a piece of the action."

She nods in the direction of the ring where the two squatters are tussling. "Tell you what. Brock is currently on a break drinking down his winnings from the last fight, but he's going back in as soon as one of those sorry sacks of shit kills the other one. He's been winning fights all day, and his ego is getting a little bit too inflated. You look like a gal who could handle herself. If there's one thing Brock hates, it's getting beat by a woman. If you get in there and knock him down a peg, I'll tell you what you want to know."

One of the bar patrons sitting next to you laughs. "Hey Shellie, you still pissed at Brock for dumping you?"

Shellie shoots him a death glare, and his grin immediately disappears. Suddenly, the bar erupts in wild cheer as one of the squatters plunges his knife right into the other one's throat, opening up his windpipe. Bright red blood sprays out in a fine mist, and the squatter clutches his neck and crumples to the ground. He twitches a few times before his body stills.

"Well, looks like it's over," Shellie says. "You up or not? If you are, these are the rules: no guns, but all other weapons are fair game. Despite what you just saw, I would prefer it if it didn't end in someone getting ganked, because that means less customers for me. Winner gets a tall, cold glass on the house, but for you, the prize will be paydata on those razorboys you're hunting."

She shrugs. "On the other hand, I do need to replace my mixer. If you're too scared to fight Brock, I would be willing to trade you the info for...say, 1000 nuyen."
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post Nov 22 2008, 07:58 PM
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Zee:

Connor glares at you. "You know, for such a little girl, you have a mighty big mouth."

He takes a step forward, but one of his cronies grabs him by the arm. "Dude, remember what happened the last time someone pissed off Sonny? They had to bury the bastard without one of his arms, man, 'cause they couldn't find it."

"Fuck Sonny," Connor spits. "Someone needs to teach this bitch a lesson."

He reaches into the pocket of his long coat and draws an Italian stiletto. The blade springs out, razor sharp.

"I'm going to give you a new haircut, whore," he says.

He leaps at you.
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post Nov 22 2008, 08:35 PM
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Tasha mulls over the offer for a few seconds.

"Well, guns are my thing, I'm not much good without them. Zee might be up for it, though. How about I ask her? Same deal? Brock will still be getting beaten by a woman."

As she talks to Shellie, she notes (in one of her side displays) that Zee is about to get into a scrap with one of the gangers. No big surprise, there. She's not too worried about it.

"Well, Zee, let's see how you do against the prelim bum. The main event's coming right up," thinks Tasha.
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post Nov 22 2008, 08:37 PM
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Shellie raises a quizzical brow. "Who the hell is Zee?"
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post Nov 22 2008, 08:46 PM
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"She's my partner," responds Tasha. "She's outside, watching the bikes. I'll switch with her, and she can beat up this Brock guy who needs to be taken down a peg."
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post Nov 22 2008, 08:57 PM
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Zee's attention goes to the blade, the presence of even slight danger pushing her perception into slow-motion, and her first reaction is to use the whip to end the situation, quickly. However, this time, she is not surrounded and outnumbered. As long as the other gangers kept their distance, Zee was confident that she could end the situation without resorting to her secret weapon - and making an unnecessary mess.

She kept still until the Connor came within range, then rushed to meet him, her body moving in one fluid motion. One arm spun to intercept his attack, while she shifted her weight to bring her leg up to meet his neck.
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post Nov 22 2008, 09:16 PM
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Tasha:

Shellie shrugs. "Sure, why not. I don't really care which one of you fights him, I just want to see Brock's ass flattened to the tile."

The ring is now clear. The corpse has been dragged away, probably to the dumpster out back, and the squatter who won is sitting at a table with a huge smile on his face, surrounded by a group of his hobo friends. As you watch, a tall, burly ork with razor sharp tusks and eyes of flint climbs inside the ring. He has a monofilament long sword slung across his back, and his body armor is caked with dried blood, none of which looks to be his. He stares out at the bar, his eyes narrowed and defiant.

"Now that that scrub match is over, which one of you pussies wants to fight me?"

He receives no response. Shellie rolls her eyes derisively.

"In case you haven't already guessed, that's Brock. The guy's a pig, but he's also a damn good fighter. If you're gonna send your friend in there, she'd best be on her toes."

Zee:

You easily parry the ganger's clumsy knife swing, and your foot connects with his neck with a sickening crunch. His eyes bulge, and he oozes to the pavement, limp. His friends stare at his body in disbelief.

"Holy shit, I think she killed him!"

"Let's get the fuck out of here!"

They take off in the other direction with surprising haste. You look around. It seems like everyone who had been watching you before are now trying their hardest to avoid eye contact with you.
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post Nov 22 2008, 09:29 PM
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Zee finishes her move, by gracefully kneeling over Connor's body. "It was not Sonny you should have been worried about," she said softly to no one in particular. The way his neck was bent - Zee was quite certain the man could not hear her, and his friends had all began running away.
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post Nov 22 2008, 10:22 PM
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A quick scan of Connor's body revealed a still-beating heart, although his neck was fractured if not broken outright. Zee took a moment to shuffle her programming, and then set about applying pressure in the right spot to slow the internal bleeding and swelling. She couldn't do anything about the bones without better tools, but she might be able to keep his airways open.

Of course, it wouldn't do a lot of good. Even if an ambulance would come to this part of town, and was able to rush him to the emergency room, he would be paralyzed from the neck down. As far as Zee's medical programming knew, spinal replacements were still a few years off - and its not like this guy could afford a delta-clinic anyway.

He wouldn't be knocking anyone's teeth out, ever again.
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post Nov 22 2008, 10:50 PM
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Tasha quietly kneels down beside Zee, speaking softly as Zee finishes ministering to the ganger she has downed.

"Hey, Zee. I found someone who knows where the gangers are. Trouble is, to get it, we either need to pay more than the information's worth, or beat someone in one of the fights they're running in there. And it's no guns - other weapons are okay - so I'm out. Paying up would not only cost us, but make us lose face, too. If you can beat this guy, though, we get the information and some street cred. We also score points with someone who might be able to help us again in the future. Your call, but I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think you could handle it. Be careful, though. It's not some punk this time. Don't kill him if you don't have to, but if you do have to, don't hesitate."

She straightens up, slowly drawing out her Colt Government 2066.

"I'll stay and watch the bikes. But I'll keep an eye on the vid feed, too, so I got your back if there's trouble."
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post Nov 22 2008, 11:19 PM
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When Tasha comes outside, Zee seems calm and focused on her task - but Zee quickly turns and looks at her with wide eyes and heavy breathing. "I didn't kill him." She says, somewhat defensively. "He attacked, first." She then goes back to her task, but seems to now be more shook up by the event.

Tasha gives her pitch, and Zee doesn't speak for a moment.

"It is one thing to attack someone who attacks me first." Zee pulled the last of her makeshift bandages tightly, and stood up. "It is another to do this to a someone who hasn't done anything to me." She gestures down at the half-dead cripple at he feet. "... or anything else to deserve it."

Zee looked like she was still thinking about the offer, however. "Are you sure I should do this?"
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post Nov 23 2008, 12:26 AM
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Tasha's mouth quirks up in a slight smile.

"I wouldn't call the guy undeserving, Zee. He's someone who makes a living by violence - not just when he has to, like us, but for fun - and all of that blood covering his body armor isn't his. If anything, you'll be doing him a favor. He's starting to think he's invincible, and he needs a reality check."
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post Nov 23 2008, 12:55 AM
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That seemed good enough to Zee. "Keeping him alive will be problematic. I'm going to need something softer than I am, to hit him with." Her eyes drifted down towards the body at her feet, and Tasha could see Zee's focus shifting back-and-forth among his limbs in her AR window. Zee calculated that she would be handicapping herself by doing so. Once again, some aspect of her programming suggesting the whip would be a much more efficient weapon - and that getting the information quickly was what she should be focused on - but Zee suppressed the thought. If the fight went poorly, and it became a matter of her life, or his, she could resort to using something deadlier. "Promise me one thing," she said. "If he wins, get my body back, and do what you can to repair it."

Without waiting for a reply, Zee grabbed a hold of Connor's arm. "I don't mind saving some money, if it helps our mission, but it will probably cost a lot more to replace me - if I lose." Then, she lifted the body off of the group with one hand, and pulled it over her shoulder, before heading for the stairs.
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"Hey," interjects Tasha, "you don't need to drag him in with you - if you leave him out here, I can watch him for you. Zee, if this guy's too tough, let me know before you answer his challenge, and we'll just... leave. And if you're more worried about keeping him alive, than winning the fight, forget about it. Don't ever go into a fight where you're not prepared to do whatever it takes to win."
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post Nov 23 2008, 01:21 AM
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Zee stopped at the top of the stairs. "If winning is my priority... I guess I wont need this." She set Connor down, gently, and continued down the stairs.

Once inside, she nodded towards Sonny. "Connor won't be bothering your customers, anymore," she said, before moving on into the main room. She walked, slowly, past the bar, watching the patrons, until her eyes caught sight of the six-armed woman. Zee's curiosity got the best of her, she didn't even notice the ring or the man inside. She was entranced by watching her prepare drinks, and continued right up to the bar.

As she got closer, Shellie spoke up. "You must be Zee. Brock's in the ring... waiting." She gestures with one of her free hands at the ring.

Zee's face lit up with amazement, as she got a good look at the woman behind the bar. She turned to follow the finger catching sight of the orc inside. She stepped forward, eyeing the orc - sizing him up - while her radar scanned his body to get some idea of what she was up against.
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Zee:

Brock watches you with interest as you step into the ring. Your radar sensors comb over his body. Other than the sword he's carrying on his back, his only other weapon is a long survival knife sheathed inside his right boot. He appears to have no cybernetic implants other than a pair of cyber eyes.

He cracks his neck and walks up to you. The ork stands more than a full head taller than you, and he looks down at you as he speaks.

"So, you're the only one who wants to fight me, huh? What's your name, sweetheart?"
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post Nov 23 2008, 01:46 AM
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"I don't want to fight you - but I am willing to. You can call me, Zee. What's your name?" Zee took her place at the opposite side of the ring - not sure if the fight was going to begin, immediately, or if there would be some banter between them while bets were placed. The patrons sure seemed to be excited about whatever was about to happen.
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"Who, me?" The ork grins. "You can call me Brock."

You hear some of the spectators shouting into the ring, but you keep your eyes trained on your opponent.

"Slap that bitch around, Brock!"

"Yeah, show that little girl how a man fights!"

Brock sighs. "It's too bad that you look so timid. I always bet on myself when I fight, and the more intimidating my opponent looks, the better odds I get. Looks like I won't be making much of a profit when I beat you, since every single asshole in this bar is going to put their money down on me."

His eyes harden as he takes a few steps back, reaching over his shoulder with one hand and drawing his sword in one fluid motion. "But all these drunks are underestimating you, aren't they? I heard how the floorboards creaked when you walked down those stairs, and they don't usually do that for anyone but Sonny. You've got metal in you, and from the way you move, I'm guessing you know how to use it."

He slowly eases into a combat stance. "I'm not going to hold back, sweetheart, and I advise that you don't either. If you've got a weapon, draw it now, and let's give these idiots the best fight they're going to see all day."
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post Nov 23 2008, 02:30 AM
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Zee nods, impressed at the amount of information the orc picked up about her, already. "I am mostly metal," she says, stepping back and releasing the weight on her whip - the thin monofilament wire goes unnoticed by most of the bar, but Brock's eyes clearly follow its movement - if he is impressed, or worried, it doesn't show on his face. "... and I have already been warned about holding back."
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