[ Uh oh. In going for another ball that just rolled past her feet, Thomasin's left herself motionless, and thus open to targeting. She straightens up just in time to see Togami getting ready to strike. The confidence in his stance momentarily paralyzes her, and she stands wide-eyed, her ball held about her waist, while he thriws with a determination--
Okay, or not. The ball whizzes harmlessly past her, missing by a wide margin, just as she manages to snap herself out of her frozen state. Togami is easy pickings now; she lobs the ball she's holding at his feet, then grabs and throws another. ]
I've no quarrel with thee! [ she adds apologetically, while ducking down for lucky number three. On the bright side, she's opening herself up to get picked off too! ]
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Okay, or not. The ball whizzes harmlessly past her, missing by a wide margin, just as she manages to snap herself out of her frozen state. Togami is easy pickings now; she lobs the ball she's holding at his feet, then grabs and throws another. ]
I've no quarrel with thee! [ she adds apologetically, while ducking down for lucky number three. On the bright side, she's opening herself up to get picked off too! ]