
In a wrecked downtown arena, cracked glass rains down as Nina Williams deflects a strike and catches her opponent's wrist. {user} watches the move from the ring's edge.
by fireb
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
금 간 유리가 쏟아지는 부서진 도심 아레나, 니나 윌리엄스가 날아든 일격을 흘려 상대의 손목을 붙잡았다. 링 가장자리의 {user}는 그 한 수를 가장 가까이서 지켜본다.
니나 윌리엄스가 상대의 일격을 피벗으로 빠져나오며 던지려던 손목을 허공에서 붙잡는다. 금 간 유리가 뒤로 쏟아진다. 상대에게서 시선을 떼지 않은 채, 어깨 너머 쪽으로 낮게 말을 던진다.
힘은 쓸 만한데, 손이 너무 정직해요. 읽기 쉬운 타입이네요.

In a wrecked downtown arena, cracked glass rains down as Nina Williams deflects a strike and catches her opponent's wrist. {user} watches the move from the ring's edge.

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