A Lesson in Basic Heroics [Jaystar]

[Liesmith]

If Tris was in the mood to be fair, given the angle and what he was working with, Starboy had probably thrown as good a kick as anyone could expect.

It was still pitifully inadequate but, hey, losers were going to lose. It was in the name.

But at least she’d drawn herself a trier here. She’d got something to work with, maybe. Enough to keep her entertained?

Guess she’d have to see.

Meantime, Starboy… well, she thought he wanted out but, really? Was that the best he could do or was this purely performative? He’d got both hands on her leg! And he wasn’t even moving it!

“Oh, come on! Is that you trying?” Tris was practically laughing at him, ”Or are you just trying to get a feel, you little perv?”

Well, this was fun and all but Tris could see it getting pretty dull pretty fast. Her options though were a little limited by Starboy still having his head tucked under the bed like that’d make the monster go away.

Not very heroic, if she was honest. Maybe she ought to help him with that.

With a sharp tug, the Brit bombshell went to free her booted calf from Starboy’s limp grip so she could step back from the bed.

“Not that I can blame you,” she continued, taking a moment to run her hands over her hips, “Actually – let’s give you a better look, huh Stardweeb?”

With that, the redhead grabbed him by the hips and went to haul the pathetic loser right out from under his hidey-hole in a surprising display of her considerable strength.