“Haah… Haah… Yes, Horvath, yesss! Much better!” The bronze skin of the battling belle seeming to be slick with sweat as she continued her duel with the dashing and to some daunting figure she had found her fondness flourishing with, and whether it was the image of this Amazonian woman thrilled by her fight or the action itself it seemed that their contest had seemed to accrue a small crowd, who watched on with the same rapt attention which the dynamic diva now gave to the contest between them. Though right now any and all around were scarcely an afterthought for the scarlet siren and the sheen she carried.
“Make me pant like you did last night~?” Instead all of her attention and interest focused upon the figure who was finally finding a way to bring out her best if the way in which her chest was heaving was anything to go by, after drawing in that nourishing air to flood her lungs and the form beyond it once more Miss Azur went on the offensive with the baton she held in hand with a lashing low swipe, aiming to unseat him from the floor so that she might finally and properly get a chance to swing fully at the target they both sought to shatter…!