The look on Yin's face faltered from being almost feral anger to something probably worse for the ghoul. Something more like blank, the motions there, the mind not really behind it. Retreat.
He pivoted quickly, lashing out, a kick aimed at her stomach, putting all of his force into the attack and immediately positioning himself to ready himself for her next attack. Just losing himself in the fight and trying to distance himself.
HP: 27
Damage: 9
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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