“Hiiii-Yah!”
Hanging jade banners swooshed as Hitsuko effortlessly swung her leg across Kaito’s torso.
Her enormous, gravity defying breasts jiggled as she bounced up and down, swinging aptly at his wrinkled yet bizarrely chiseled face. Her hair defied physics as she moved, and her doll like visage was immobile as she grunted and gasped.
Her tiny wasp waist, could in no way logically support her voluminous breasts, and her costume, a highly culturally inaccurate and suggestive rendition of a kimono, would realistically provide little to no protection in such intense physical fights.
“Do a spinning kick and aim towards his face, that should stun him” Luke, a brace-faced, mildly pudgy 14 year old spoke, with his limbs spread out like kudzu vines on the couch. His voice was crackly and awkwardly pubescent, and the tips of his skin boils glistened in the blue light of the TV screen. His oily, straight brown hair stuck to his forehead and his grubby hands grasped greasy potato chips from a crinkling bag.