Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171023142236/@comment-25073873-20171106160132

"Very well. You have earned enough of my ire now that you have cut me. A last chance to bend knee and accept death like you should. Or I will have to do it my way" smiled Illya, as she gripped her sword with both arms, and tensed, before immediately pushing with her full strength, rotating her hips and legs to generate momentum.

Martine would find out Illya was much, much stronger than she appeared to look, and would most likely be sent staggering back from the power of Illya's move, as Illya herself disengaged and held her sword to her side, in a loose, casual stance.

"Now, what is your answer?"