[Lita has no qualms stepping in front of Alisaie, her fists balled tight, and her expression fierce as she faces down the losing opponent.]
She won fair and square. No one likes a sore loser. Now apologize!
[She folds her arms across her chest, looking oddly commanding for a tall girl in a long skirt. It's the same cold withering 'punch a hold right through your head' stare she saves for delinquents. If there's one thing she can't stand, it's a guy who tries to pick on a girl.]
[Lita glances back at Alisaie, and though she still looks like she's about to wring someone's neck, none of that anger is reflected in her green eyes right now.]
#11
[Lita has no qualms stepping in front of Alisaie, her fists balled tight, and her expression fierce as she faces down the losing opponent.]
She won fair and square. No one likes a sore loser. Now apologize!
[She folds her arms across her chest, looking oddly commanding for a tall girl in a long skirt. It's the same cold withering 'punch a hold right through your head' stare she saves for delinquents. If there's one thing she can't stand, it's a guy who tries to pick on a girl.]
[Lita glances back at Alisaie, and though she still looks like she's about to wring someone's neck, none of that anger is reflected in her green eyes right now.]
You okay?