[She can't stop or dodge, not this close, and so she locks swords with him and takes the electricity if not what must be an attempt at running her through. Her Dragonfly squeaks, shifts from pale yellow to cotton candy pink, and Lightning grits her teeth at the strain of holding him back--her gear isn't made for this!--before she lashes out with one booted foot, aiming to kick him in the stomach and break the stalemate without losing her head. This kid's stubborn, she has to give him that.]
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