[ He drops, and her center of gravity drops with him, and then her injured arm explodes in pain as he nails her in the side with his elbow. It doesn't hit her bandaged wound, but it doesn't need to; just the jostle it gives her right arm makes torn muscles and fractured bone scream.
She doesn't... scream, that is. She bites it down, the cords of her neck standing out with the effort of not yelling in pain, and reaches for the back of his head with her free hand.
Which is a mistake. Her free hand is her right hand, which is attached to her right arm, which is currently alight with pain she never knew existed before, but she needs to curve her fingers around the back of his skull so she can better ensure the knee she pushes up and stabs forward will hit him in the bridge of the nose. ]
Enough—
[ She's not screaming. But her voice sure sounds like it wants to be. ]
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She doesn't... scream, that is. She bites it down, the cords of her neck standing out with the effort of not yelling in pain, and reaches for the back of his head with her free hand.
Which is a mistake. Her free hand is her right hand, which is attached to her right arm, which is currently alight with pain she never knew existed before, but she needs to curve her fingers around the back of his skull so she can better ensure the knee she pushes up and stabs forward will hit him in the bridge of the nose. ]
Enough—
[ She's not screaming. But her voice sure sounds like it wants to be. ]
—flirting. Let go, asshole!