[Gods, that hurts. Minako grits her teeth against a gasp when David's fist drives into her stomach, trying to focus on other things instead-- how much flame she can see around his fist, how much of her clothes it manages to singe, and the strength of the punch compared to when he's punched her there before.
The evidence is pretty conclusive: he's much more powerful when he has fire in his hands. Duh. She could've told him that before. But tonight is for testing how long he can keep it up, too, and while she staggers and skids back from the force of the punch, after a moment she's straightening her shoulders, raising her hands. This time, she's going to come back at him.]
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The evidence is pretty conclusive: he's much more powerful when he has fire in his hands. Duh. She could've told him that before. But tonight is for testing how long he can keep it up, too, and while she staggers and skids back from the force of the punch, after a moment she's straightening her shoulders, raising her hands. This time, she's going to come back at him.]
Again! Don't hold anything back!