[Ginia catches herself as he teleports in front of her again, throwing up a barrier between them. As much as she hates to admit it, the constant use of borderlines is draining. It's a strange feeling of tiredness she hasn't felt before, a shortness of breath, a bit of heaviness in her limbs. Leaving the final one up, the other smaller barriers dispell, freeing up the space and cutting off the energy expenditure.
She regards him silently, warily, but takes out her phone and types and plays a message.]
Someone earlier fought me with borderlines. I learned some tricks from him.
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She regards him silently, warily, but takes out her phone and types and plays a message.]
Someone earlier fought me with borderlines. I learned some tricks from him.
[There's a small pause before she adds on:]
I still need to improve.