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Hornet was heading to pick a fight with the little knight when she found him. He was the same as always, the fabric of her cape flapping with the same fierceness emanating from her empty eyes. She was ready for combat, her muscles tense and her thick legs poised.

Her firm voice told our little knight that she was looking to test his strength, but she barely finished her sentence when she saw down below. But this time, Ghost didn't raise her needle, well... not the sword Hornet was expecting😅

She could barely tear her eyes away from that, but she was still looking for a fight. The little knight just stared at those blue lips, and his sword began to move, ready for "combat."

The air grew thick, charged with a different tension, more intimate, more dangerous. Hornet gulped, the edge of her needle trembling slightly in her hands. That movement... wasn't the gesture of a warrior looking for a duel, but of someone with other plans in mind.

Something told her this new challenge might disarm her more than any direct blow🤭

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