[he has enough time to look over his shoulder and get out a,]
Fu──
[not Liangshan, but "fuck" is close enough. right? he goes bouncing along the ear- er, moon. Yan Qing's kick had some power behind it.
yet as he comes to a stop, he gets right back onto his feet.]
Bastard. I'm not a kid! Get a haircut before I rip that wig offa ya!
[he's coming at him again, the move very predictable if not downright televised. he goes for random punches and kicks every single one lit up and powered by his aura.]
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Fu──
[not Liangshan, but "fuck" is close enough. right? he goes bouncing along the ear- er, moon. Yan Qing's kick had some power behind it.
yet as he comes to a stop, he gets right back onto his feet.]
Bastard. I'm not a kid! Get a haircut before I rip that wig offa ya!
[he's coming at him again, the move very predictable if not downright televised. he goes for random punches and kicks every single one lit up and powered by his aura.]