[ it's instinct that turns her around and throws the punch. once upon that punch could've thrown him back into the wall of the bar they've just left, maybe even through it...
now all it does as she connects with his torso (or his hand if he spots the swing and goes to stop her) is raise a loud crunch from the knuckles of her fist, her form never having been excellent and her body never really trained for strength. she swears, loud, and cradles her hand to her for the few seconds it takes before the glow of her chest shows through the fabric of her shirt and the pain starts to ebb.
they don't have time for more fuck ups. she's back to snarling at him before he has a chance to complain or to laugh at her. ]
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now all it does as she connects with his torso (or his hand if he spots the swing and goes to stop her) is raise a loud crunch from the knuckles of her fist, her form never having been excellent and her body never really trained for strength. she swears, loud, and cradles her hand to her for the few seconds it takes before the glow of her chest shows through the fabric of her shirt and the pain starts to ebb.
they don't have time for more fuck ups. she's back to snarling at him before he has a chance to complain or to laugh at her. ]
What the fuck do you think you were doing?