I did it! He thought.

It was much more anticlimactic than he had imagined; Veldalla didn’t even budge from the strike, but she did come to a full-stop.

Well, can’t expect much from the body of an eleven-year-old, he thought with a sigh.

The scarred, but beautiful, rowdy woman looked at him for a moment.

In place of surprise, Veldalla’s expression instead turned to a fierce smile as she slapped the spot where she was hit, laughing out to the azure skies above.

“Nicely done, kid!” Veldalla smiled wide, smacking her stomach again, which didn’t even show any signs of being hit.

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