[ Scanty's so busy staring that she does indeed catch a faceful of bat; it smacks into her forehead and bounces off, fluttering feebly to one side and leaving a heart-shaped mark right in the middle of her face.
--oh, it's you. King of the Thugs and his not so little friend. (You let that thing roam free indoors?! Wait, besides the point...)
She snaps to attention out of habit. ]
Ah- yes! Er, no, I wouldn't exactly say "training", at present, nor would I say "moron".....
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--oh, it's you. King of the Thugs and his not so little friend. (You let that thing roam free indoors?! Wait, besides the point...)
She snaps to attention out of habit. ]
Ah- yes! Er, no, I wouldn't exactly say "training", at present, nor would I say "moron".....