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[Chevaleresse]

Junko takes the hit and. . . rocks back slightly on her heels a bit. She draws back her own fist and launches it straight at Cynthia's ribcage.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Cynthia gives a dignified ((not really)) Whimper as she's quite litterally knocked off her feaet and layed flat on the ground gripping her ribs with a hissing sound.

[Sl4cker]

Zael finishes his meal solemnly.

[Chevaleresse]

Junko peers at the elf girl with a look of curiosity and a small amount of mild disappointment. "That laid you out that bad? Whoops. I forgot you were that little, really." She takes one of Cynthia's hands in her own grip and hoists her up to her feet, whether she assists in this process or not.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

She..Blushes as you pull her up rubbing her head trying to play it cool.
"A-Apolgies...My dear Compatriot I'm....not the sturdiest due to my elven nature."

[Chevaleresse]

Junko thumps the elf on her back. "Ah, don't worry, sure they'll fix that in no time here. Now, you, Zael, same deal, let's go."

[Sl4cker]

He folds his hands. "Must I really?"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Cynthia awkwardly slinks away rubbing her ribs a frown on her face looking like she's about to cry from her wounded pride.

[Chevaleresse]

"Yes. Cmon, you haven't really met someone unless you've taken a punch or two from 'em."

[Sl4cker]

He huffs. "Very well. Do not say you were not prepared for this." He cracks hist knuckles and throws the fastest punch he can, standing up as he does so.

[Chevaleresse]

The punch sends her reeling back a step or so, and she comes right back with her own.

[Sl4cker]

He takes it, sending him reeling and knocking him back to his chair.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Cynthia begins to pile food on a plate and eat against a wall.

[Chevaleresse]

"Heh, not bad. Hold up, be right back." She retrieves her tray from the other table then returns, dropping into a seat and continuing to make wild animals everywhere fear for their lives.

[Sl4cker]

He rights himself, before cracking his neck. "Hmph. My greatest strength is not with my fists or my durability anyway, but with the lance."