"Tackling," he said, as he was flipped. He still landed on his feet, skidding to a stop, though he wobbled a little at the end. "It's more tackling. And, sorry, you're not really my type."
Green chicks. Kinda had a thing for green chicks. And Atlanteans.
He rocketed at her again, this time planning on diverting at the last second to try to angle in for a good swing at her back.
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Green chicks. Kinda had a thing for green chicks. And Atlanteans.
He rocketed at her again, this time planning on diverting at the last second to try to angle in for a good swing at her back.