While she saw this as true for every part of her body, she saw it as especially true when it came to working out her most sacred weapon of all, her thighs. The dual trunks of the bloody maple that she was. The foundation of her beauty as a woman. The anchor of her beastliness as a destroyer of other woman. Sure, they were a larger part of the master work that she felt her whole body was, from her head to the soles of her feet. But there was no other visible part of her body that contributed as much to every part of every other part of who she was and what was capable of doing.
Those thighs were key both to her dynamic movement and devestating attacks. They drove the power and speed of her kicks. They were the strong base from which she punched and grappled. Their sheer mass made her knee strikes feel like getting hit by a freight train. They secured the heads of her foes so that the force of her Maple Drill piledrivers went up their spines to the point of neck-breaking potency. They were to her, the deadliest thighs in all of LAW and she'd gladly use them to give anyone who dared think otherwise an involuntary life-altering experience inside or outside of a ring.
