Talk:Hinezumi/@comment-27248554-20160102172619/@comment-26376061-20160225112543

I stand up, and smirk at her. "I'm not a good fighter, but I can take a LOT of pain, hell, once I walked to the hospital with a broken ankle, so I'm not going to give up until I win, alright?" She gets into a fighting stance...and I'm on the ground again. And again...and again. I calmly stand up, wrench my arm back into it's socket, and continue the fight. "*pant*...*pant*...How are you still conscious? I know you have high endurance, but holy shit...a normal person would be on the ground, passed out after about the 4th time they lost..but how could you lose 96 times and still get up for more?" I aim a right hook, and she ducks under my strike...I, in a last ditch effort, hook my arm around her neck...and she's down, carried by her own momentum and my weight.

"Alright...you win. Let me up." I smile...and the earlier adrenaline high changes into lust..."Get off me!...Wait, what are you doing? Hey! Stop! I-*moan*..." And that is how I met my wife.