Her feet didn't stay still, dodging each attack and moving around with slowing footsteps. She was growing tired and breathless, but thankfully Sans was growing hesitant. she stepped closer, carefully, so as not to be noticed in her movements.<br/><br/>"A cutie like you? I'm sure you've got better things to do than lock me up." Frisk continued to stay determined as by now it was obvious he was doubting himself.<br/><br/>Spin, dodge, duck, step, it was almost like a dance the way she just barely missed his slowing attacks, the bones disappearing quicker as his motivation began to sag.<br/><br/>"You're really good at this!" She praised him brightly, beaming at him. "I can see why you're in the royal guard! You're so strong and handsome and amazing, you really don't need me to prove yourself."