Rikki ducks back behind her shield, angling it to deflect the boxing glove back toward his face. Even if that had hit her, she can't imagine it would have accomplished much...
"Crotch-based... ew. I thought you couldn't make this whole shtick creepier, but you did."
She surges forward, keeping the shield between her and Codpiece. As she closes with him, she jumps, using the weapon attached to his hips as a convenient step up to knee him in the face. Taste that, asshole.
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"Crotch-based... ew. I thought you couldn't make this whole shtick creepier, but you did."
She surges forward, keeping the shield between her and Codpiece. As she closes with him, she jumps, using the weapon attached to his hips as a convenient step up to knee him in the face. Taste that, asshole.