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It was tough- and a close call, but they won in the end. Victorious, everyone celebrated. Before Machias had time to prepare, Alisa jumped at him, his arms closed around her in reflex, only barely keeping them from crashing to the ground, though their faces did somewhat crash together.
“Let’s try that again, Alisa laughed, pulling back by mere inches, and they repeated their approach, more deliberately this time.
Lips successfully meeting without injury, they savored the moment, knowing that the others nearby were doing the same, trying not to think about what else may lay ahead beyond the dungeon’s next door.