[She'd been hoping they had something in common. Besides being stranded on a crazy space station at the edge of the universe, that is.
Nita looks around for the next closest group of hostile aliens and charges into them like an airborne bowling ball, shoulder-checking one into a sprawl and clotheslining another, whom she immediately pulls, kicking and cursing, into a headlock. Her fighting style does not have a whole lot of finesse.]
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[She'd been hoping they had something in common. Besides being stranded on a crazy space station at the edge of the universe, that is.
Nita looks around for the next closest group of hostile aliens and charges into them like an airborne bowling ball, shoulder-checking one into a sprawl and clotheslining another, whom she immediately pulls, kicking and cursing, into a headlock. Her fighting style does not have a whole lot of finesse.]
Oh, shut up, this is your own fault.