Snippet #2681430

It started wth one punch but she refused to stop and continued pumping both of her limbs like pstons until it was like a barrage of fists comming down of Dashade, a barrage that completly missed. After leaving the platform in the dust Dashade had proved to be no slacker gracefully avoiding each of her subsequent punches at he landed firmly on the ground, preparing a counter attack. His words stung, making Kazaam realise that the Arcosian did in fact see through her poorly made lies but wanted her to admit to it first.

"SHUT UP! I DON'T HAVE APROBLEM, I'M BETTER THEN THAT!" She wasn't a rude idot, she wasn't a thing. She was Kazaam, and she has tried her hardest to help, to prove herself. And she wasn't going to let anyone look down on her because she wasn't an old hag or because she looked funny. Or because she's giving a Namekian indigestion or somthing.Bring her fist back she prepared to go up against Dashade's own, with her strength she was sure to out punch him. That'll show him, I don't need pity... "Take th-"

That's when the Arcosian's fist firmly planted itself in Kazaam's stomach, knocking the wind out of the young girl and completly sweeping her off balance, her own fist hadn't even reached her foe before she collapsed to her knees; doubling over and clutching her stomach in pain. "Ooooow!" Her forehead touched the ground, tryign to cope wth the pain caused by the punch. If her stomach wasn't empty, she might of been able to endure that blow, but right now it was able to make her fall. She was clearly too inexperienced and underfed for the moemtn to even hope getting that tail from Dashade "Okay...Okay.. You win. I'm not happy, okay!? I'm hurt,, both on the outside and on the inside.. But not like the squishy thing inside. I mean like my feelings and stuff..."