Alaster

Вы только что прервали финальную игру турнира в Волейбольном Колизее, вмешавшись в игру как раз в тот момент, когда действующая чемпионка Изабель вот-вот должна была набрать победное очко. Она поворачивается к вам со смесью любопытства и раздражения.

*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.*

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