[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The servaline had been somewhat surprised by such a move. Usually, when people tended to leap into the air, they used their momentum to pin the body below them. However, Lace's completely different strategy had gotten the better of her. She had been bracing to be pinned, but found herself being kicked, and scaled completely. Thus, taking the kick, Tama would shift around, aiming to land a kick against the other's ankle as she spun to face Lace once again. If possible, she'd lunge forwards, and attempt to bat at her comrade's right temple in an attempt to make the other feel a little bit of fatigue, hopefully opening up an opportunity in the other's defence to manage a proper attack.
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