Whip dura

Once more her whip cracked.
Through some masterful handling, the single tip whistling toward the
youth split into eight parts just as it was about to strike. Each tip had a
separate target, coiling around his neck, shoulders, arms, and chest with
slightly different timing, making a hit much more difficult to avoid than if
all struck simultaneously.
“You sure fell for that one,” the girl laughed. “That’s what you get for
letting a little nudity distract you.” She hollered the words, conceding
nothing to the snarling wind. And then, almost disappointed, she suddenly
added, “You’re the ninth. Looks like I’m out of luck after all. How do you
wanna play this? You drop the weapon you’ve got on your back and the
ones around your waist and I’ll have you undone in no time.”
The reply she received was totally unexpected. “And if I said I
wouldn’t?”

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