Talk:Hinezumi/@comment-201.141.148.104-20160310181218/@comment-26376061-20160311051946

"Alright. You've got a deal. But...I must warn you, I can take a LOT of pain." She scoffs at my statement, and suddenly punches me...I hear something in my nose snap. "Haha...nice shot. You broke something. 59 more minutes left...let's see what condition I'll be in in the hospital." The confident look on her face vanishes, replaced with a scowl. "I bet you won't even last 10 minutes, give up now before I really hurt you." Her flames flare blue for an instant before she drives her knee into my calf. 58 minutes later, I stand up, wrench my arm back into it's socket, regard my broken femur with amusement, and smile at her. "Wha...How are you still conscious?!?! Your arm's dislocated, you have 3rd degree burns, your leg is fucking BROKEN, and you STILL GET UP FOR MORE?!" "Simple. Pain is nothing. Injuries don't matter. I couldn't care less about my condition, so I just ignore the annoyances." I walk over, flicking her on the forehead. "The real pain would be your rejection." I smile, then collapse. Apparently, a shattered femur will only support your weight for so long...