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photo and editing: infinites Edge Studios www.infinities-edge.co.uk

Cosplayer: Tabitha Lyons www.facebook.com/TabithaArtyfa…

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I fought an ugly woman who joined our LARP group. Won several times when she only had face on display. No legs on show, no midriff, no arms. I allow groin shots and balls to be grabbed.

She learnt that I'm distracted by nice legs, arms and midriff.

Next LARP her legs are still covered as they are horrid. Her stomach, shoulders and arms are perfect. She may look in her 50s facilely and her legs but her stomach and arms looked like a 40 year old. So I'm going to duel. But I'm distracted. 'Hows she got shit skin on her face and legs but not the rest?' A lot of the other LARPERS thought she used steroids or drugs because of her skin and quick to aggression. I don't know if it was having her midriff and arms on display or another reason but she was manic that day. I'm toying around neither of us starting the fight. The foam sword raised ready. I realise that I'm admiring the stomach, shoulders and arms. Nearly get caught out as she wants the sword at me. It's the most aggressive I've seen her. We. simultaneously lose our swords. I try to go for back up weapon. She grabs my wrists. I push her back. I know I'm stronger. She laughs manically. I look at her bicep straining. I see her knee coming up. Flinch back avoid sore balls. She does it few more times. I end up hitting the wall. Nowhere to go. Knee comes up. Knees bent knees together she can't get a shot. ,No way bitch' Because I'm protecting my balls I struggle to push her away and she's pinned me to the wall. I start laughing now. Bit nervous. By going for my balls I can't use my leg strength. I look at her shoulder 'pads' as others called them, arms and her cleavage. She goes as if to knee again. Doesn't but bumps my hip with hers. Without realising I move my feet. Open my legs. She then knees me in the bollocks. Because I was distracted.