Alrighty, here goes. [Selphie begins her morning training drills as she dips and darts around the dummy at a fast pace. The ends of the weapon fly out at random intervals with loud thuds and sickening cracks at various angles of the dummy's torso and its legs as chips of wood go flying before Selphie ends the drills and stands next to Sokka gulping in air.
She looks down at the nunchaku in her hands and nods.]
Looks like I found the one I want too. [She casts a sideways glance at him.] So, whatcha think?
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She looks down at the nunchaku in her hands and nods.]
Looks like I found the one I want too. [She casts a sideways glance at him.] So, whatcha think?