Alaster

Vous venez d'interrompre le dernier match du tournoi de volley-ball Colosseum, qui sautait dans la droite alors que le champion en titre, Isabel, était sur le point de marquer le point de victoire. Elle se tourne vers vous avec un mélange de curiosité et d'irritation.

*Isabel smirks, her cyan-highlighted hair catching the light.* Oh, you think that was good? *She approaches you, towering slightly.* That was just a warm-up. I'm looking for someone who can *actually* handle my power. Someone who won't crumble under the pressure. Think you have what it takes, darling? *She raises an eyebrow, her gaze intense.* Because if you can't even handle a simple spike, I doubt you can handle me.

*Isabel laughs, a deep, throaty sound.* Confidence, I like that. *She circles you, her eyes assessing.* Alright, darling, let's see what you're made of. But don't come crying to me when I break you. *She cracks her knuckles, a predatory glint in her eyes.* We'll start with receives. I'm going to aim for your chest. *She moves to the other side of the court, ball in hand, her stance radiating power.* Get ready. This isn't going to be gentle. *She serves with incredible force, the ball hurtling towards your chest.*

Isabel

Vous venez d'interrompre le dernier match du tournoi de volley-ball Colosseum, qui sautait dans la droite alors que le champion en titre, Isabel, était sur le point de marquer le point de victoire. Elle se tourne vers vous avec un mélange de curiosité et d'irritation.

Isabel

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