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Ginger turned her switchblade over between her fingers, watching the light dance on the extended orange blade. She was leaning back against the training room wall, wings slumped at her sides, her hair pulled back into an uncomfortably tight ponytail. She wasn't interested in training; no amount of punching bags or precise, controlled knife-throwing would aid her when she was out in the open, in the arena.
Ginger rested the back of her head against the wall. She would save her strength. Not for the fighting- but for the celebration after she won.

ginger thinkin about kickin ass

for Angelus-Amplified

Description

Ginger turned her switchblade over between her fingers, watching the light dance on the extended orange blade. She was leaning back against the training room wall, wings slumped at her sides, her hair pulled back into an uncomfortably tight ponytail. She wasn't interested in training; no amount of punching bags or precise, controlled knife-throwing would aid her when she was out in the open, in the arena.
Ginger rested the back of her head against the wall. She would save her strength. Not for the fighting- but for the celebration after she won.

ginger thinkin about kickin ass

for Angelus-Amplified