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Noticing Lachlan had returned Phoebe did a little twirl for him, showing off the armour. It fit her rather perfectly as well, although slightly tight around the hip, it wasn't unbearable nor did it restrict any of her movement.
Yu Yan scoffed at their pathetic attempts to escape their punishment. Some of the children were older and taller than her but that didn't faze her as her raging anger was too strong. She charged towards the boy in the middle who seemed to still find something amusing as a smile danced upon his lips. She pulled him down by his hair and swung her fist at his face. A panicked look spread across his face but it was too late. He fell to the ground and groaned in pain. Yu Yan quickly spotted a girl with blonde hair trying to sneak off.
