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Post by Riki on Oct 1, 2023 10:53:45 GMT -5
Roshi waited, standing straight as his hands once more clasped behind his back. When Lyra rose, his eyebrows also rose, and he watched her through his tinted glasses with a calm expression. He had enough battle experience to know when someone could no longer fight, but such things could be tricky. He had seen people rise from the dead through pure determination alone, and he would not be surprised if Lyra was able to get one more attack out before she lost consciousness, if she even still had it standing.
But she fell, and to no shame. She was meant to fall now to continue her training into the next phase so that she could reach such latent potential and this battle had been a success as far as he was concerned.
"Now we are done," he said, and dropped his transformation, turning lean and bony once more. He stretched his limbs and creaked his neck, feeling his own damage with pride, before he stepped over Lyra to turn off the TV. She earned her stay, and he would not bother her until she awoke, feeling her own damages before he offered her a way to properly heal. Then he went back into the house, still standing through pure plot armor. He had some nice icy hots to apply on himself and was due for a nice nap.
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