Raleigh, chagrined, invites her to spar with him in the ring. Mako’s hilarious “OMG CAN I????” face at Pentecost is my favorite thing in the world, but he’s immune. Until Raleigh goes “What’s the matter, Marshal? Don’t think your brightest can cut it in the ring with me?”
Pentecost takes Mako’s clipboard, all “We shall feast on his remains, but bring me his head to adorn the Wall of Those Who Did Not Respect This Hustle.”
Mako’s all FUCK YEAH and takes off her shoes and jacket, squaring off with Raleigh as Pentecost explains the terms (one point per blow, first to four wins). Raleigh reminds her that it’s not a fight, it’s a dialogue, and says he’s not going to dial down his moves. Mako brightly says “Okay! Then neither will I.” Then she proceeds to literally step into his first strike and let him take the first point, before whipping her staff up to take the second point on his forehead. That’s when I fell full-on batshit in love with Mako. All of my binders say MS. SAMANTHA J. MORI now, sorry.
I can’t put fights into text, but look: watching people this beautiful and graceful fight each other is its own kind of love scene, and THEN IT KINDA TURNS INTO A REAL ONE WITH MAKO’S STRAIGHT-UP PORNO MOVE.
Pentecost, sensing that every single person in the room has a tender and furious fightboner right now, says “Enough. I’ve seen what I need to see.”
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