Ready for Battle (Patreon)

Leviathan stood tall, staring down Zero with a measured intensity in her eyes.  Their first fight had skewed in the ancient reploid's favor, but she refused to falter and allow this fight to go the same.

"You will... hff... lose."  She remarked plainly, trying to ignore the gasp for air she'd taken midway through.  Her stomach hung heavily in front of her, only able to keep her balance thanks to the equally generous rear end behind her.  She'd been told this would make her far more tanky, but she was beginning to doubt that.

Leviathan leveled her staff at Zero, and quietly noted the way the handle pressed into her chest.  She would simply have to work around these newfound limits and prove she was the best regardless.