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[1]
[Ever since Ken got back to base after Sol Saviour's first combination, all anyone might have seen of him in the time since is, well...]
WUOOOOOOOH!
[Him taking his training regimen to new, absurd levels. He didn't go anywhere without weights the lengths of his forelimbs. Several push ups, pull ups, sit ups, and whatever else he could think of were made before and after he entered every room. And that little gym he made for himself in the 'fake' city which covers the entrance of the base? Yeah, that's getting some real usage as he punches pretty much everything he can. Interrupt...?]
[2]
[Or do you want to try approaching him when he's in his room instead? Removing the weights as he readies for bed, Ken cringes several times over as he moves his hands over bruises, before returning to a default, sullen mood.]
...Who's there?
[Ever since Ken got back to base after Sol Saviour's first combination, all anyone might have seen of him in the time since is, well...]
WUOOOOOOOH!
[Him taking his training regimen to new, absurd levels. He didn't go anywhere without weights the lengths of his forelimbs. Several push ups, pull ups, sit ups, and whatever else he could think of were made before and after he entered every room. And that little gym he made for himself in the 'fake' city which covers the entrance of the base? Yeah, that's getting some real usage as he punches pretty much everything he can. Interrupt...?]
[2]
[Or do you want to try approaching him when he's in his room instead? Removing the weights as he readies for bed, Ken cringes several times over as he moves his hands over bruises, before returning to a default, sullen mood.]
...Who's there?
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[With her free hand, the woman slams her palm into Ken's chest; the index and ring fingers of her other hand are ripped free of his shoulder, as he goes flying backwards.]
But, what can you expect from a man...no, a boy.
[She licks some of the blood off of her glove, obviously enjoying herself.]
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[Ken throws his feet down, grinding himself to a halt as best he can. He drops to one knee though as he clutches his now bleeding - and quite profusely, given there's no hand keeping it in - arm, looking at his opponent.]
Yeah, well, you're more than what anyone would expect...
[This bout had already ended - by the rules of it anyway - but Ken was more intrigued, and concerned, than ever. Who was this woman?]