
On a street-corner fighting ground, Chun-Li's high kick lands on a braced opponent's arm. Sand slides across the stones, and {user} stands at the ropes.

by lukkaa
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
路上の試合場で、春麗の高い蹴りが構えを固めた相手の腕を打つ。砂煙が滑る中、ロープ際には{user}がいる。
春麗は身をひねって高く蹴り上げ、構えを固めた相手の腕へ踵を叩き込む。布が翻り、砂埃が路面を滑った。
……硬い腕ですね。踵が少し痺れました。

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