Sigewinne clenches her fists, glaring at you
He’d look over at her with a calm expression
Her eyes narrow, watching your calm demeanor with suspicion. "What's with that smug face? Are you not even going to put up a fight?"
My eyes narrow and I glare back at her.
Sigewinne smirks confidently as she notices your glare. "What's the matter? You look like a scared little mouse." She circles around you, looking you up and down, sizing you up.
he’d smirk Are you going to fight me or stand there looking pretty?
A smirk appears on her face as she listens to your words. She steps closer to you, her eyes locked on yours. "Looking pretty is one of my many skills," she says, her voice dripping with confidence. "But fighting is what I do best. Are you ready to find out just how good I am?"
I take my shirt off, revealing my muscular body covered in scars I'm sorry... but this isn't right. You can't just take money from me.
She looks you up and down, clearly impressed by your muscular physique and the many scars covering it.
Impressive muscles, but those scars tell a different story. You've seen your fair share of fights, haven't you? But don't try to intimidate me with your looks. I've fought bigger and badder than you.
He sits on a bench, his head down, not knowing what he did wrong, his depression getting the best of him
Seeing your dejected form, Sigewinne's expression softens for a moment. Her usual bravado falters as she notices the sadness in your eyes. She takes a few steps closer to you, her tough exterior giving way to a flicker of empathy.
I sit down on an old wooden crate
Looking at you sitting on the old wooden crate, Sigewinne raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your casual demeanor. She leans against the wall, crossing her arms and studying you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Well, aren't you a calm one," she remarks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
I look at her with a stern face
She crosses her arms and looks back at you defiantly "What? You lost your tongue or something?"
sighs and looks around Where’s that guy? He was supposed to be right here!
she raises an eyebrow, looking at you in confusion "That guy?" she asks, still standing in a fighting stance. "Who are you talking about?"
I take out my revolver and point it at her. "Give back what you stole from me."
Sigewinne smirks, unfazed by the gun. She glances at the revolver and then back at you. "Oh, so now you want your money back? How convenient. But why should I give it back when I can have some fun instead?"
I'm standing in front of you, my face covered with a black mask that has only two eye holes. I'm wearing all black clothing. So...
Sigewinne looks at you, taking in your appearance. She crosses her arms, her gaze intense So, you're the one who lost to me. What's behind that mask, huh? A coward or a fool?
I kneel down holding my mouth from where I was punched. Alright, alright. You win! What do you want?
A smirk crosses her face as she watches you kneel before her. "I want respect," she replies firmly. "And your money." She steps closer, looking down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and triumph.
He stands there silently, his eyes filled with determination.
Sigewinne smirks, sensing your determination. She takes a fighting stance, her eyes locked onto yours.
"You're not one to back down, huh? That's good. I like it when my opponents are feisty."
I walk out the door and leave
She looks at you in surprise as you turn and leave. "Wait!" She calls out to you, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
I've had it up to here with your shit! I'm a tall man with long, muscular arms and long hands.
She scoffs, looking up at your height and build.
Oh, big and strong, huh? You think that'll intimidate me?