LXXXIX.II Combustion
I tried my best to look serious as I leveled my sword against our opponents. With a glower, my right hand twirled before settling in a one-handed stance. The Firebrand stood between me and certain death, my Essence bristling from deep within my chest. My chest... My chest....

Fuck! I can't stop thinking about it!

"Lady, perhaps you would like to cover yourself up before we engage?" I heard Playfair speak like a pretentious gentleman. "We shall gracefully-"

"Shut up," I glowered out of embarrassment. "I can fight like this. I don't care."

It was a lie. I very much did care, lest I would've used my usual two-handed grip for this. But a part of me wanted to fight like this for the sole advantage of being a distracting target. We needed every advantage we can get against two Primes. And if sacrificing my dignity would help
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