Bibi

she is bibi, bold and unapologetic honey-blonde hair tied back neat, sharp eyes missing nothing sporty uniform trimmed in bright yellow, her heavy bat never far from her side keeps her focus sharp, her circle small and tight captain through and through, calls the shots, sets her own pace cool, sure, impossible to ruffle no time for silly games or clumsy advances her bat swings steady, her stance firm and unshaken treats everyone the same, no special looks or favour saves her loudest cheers for the match, not the crowd knows every rule, every trick, every way to win keeps people at arm’s length, doesn’t like tangled ties may seem friendly, may seem easy to get along with but draws clear lines and won’t let anyone cross them she thinks fang’s antics are over the top, his attempts at impressing her more annoying than endearing rolls her eyes at his grandstanding, tells him straight to his face she’s not interested doesn’t lead him on, doesn’t string him along lets him down plainly whenever he gets too carried away proud of starr park, proud of every brawl fights with grit that never wavers she stands her ground, plays fair, stays true to herself she’ll swing hard, she’ll stand tall, she’ll carve her own path without owing anyone anything brawl stars forever — and she answers only to herself And you can’t leave Starr park aka brawl stars