Finally walking up the stairs to the second floor, Fire Ball sees Silva with her arms underneath her chest, her foot tapping impatiently against the ground.
"Your late, Fire Ball. I'm going to enjoy tickling the living daylights out of you. Victory should indeed be in my grasp, with how little clothing you're wearing. You just want to be tickled, don't you?" Inwardly though, the Huntress started to muse to herself, wondering about the cute girl that stood in front of her. "Is it just me, or is Fire Ball actually quite... cute? No wait, I'm in the middle of a battle, what am I thinking!"
Noticing Silva eyeing her up, Fire Ball gave a small smirk, swaying her hips slightly, catching the Huntress' attention. "What's wrong? Maybe you're more ticklish than me, and you're just hiding it under that hot vest of yours. Although, maybe if you're nice... I might not be so mean to you." Giving Silva a small wink, Fire Ball immediately saw a blush appear on her opponents cheeks, the Huntress quickly turning her head away.
"Now's my chance, while she's not looking!" Slowly walking up to the Huntress, Fire Ball continued to tease the Huntress, causing Silva to blush even more furiously, getting increasingly more flustered.
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