She reels back, catching herself on her elbows, and laughs - breathless, ragged, manic, but nonetheless loud, genuine laughter. You've got no idea how right you are, buddy.
She recovers faster than most would, but she's still staggering a little as she gets to her feet, her breath whooping in and out of her, spots of colour bursting in the corners of her vision. Not about to let a little thing like being winded stop her, she barely hesitates before launching herself at him again, her elbow jerking up to catch him in the throat, her other hand grabbing at his hair.
She's not laughing any more, but she is smiling, a feral baring of teeth that says that, in her own messed-up way, she's enjoying this. The adrenaline is pumping, and the pain and the anger pulse behind her temples, and she doesn't have anything to gain or anything to lose, and for the moment, nothing else matters but the flurry of blows she rains down blindly on his face and neck. The past doesn't matter, her own shitty life doesn't matter, the fear doesn't matter, even her family doesn't matter. The fight crowds everything else out of her mind, and that's exactly what she's after.
"Lucky hit," she tells him, once she has enough breath to do so, and in between a punch to the nose and a knee to the groin.
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timeasmymeasure
sure, but life's got pretty crazy lately so i might not be super reliable with it
Date: 2024-05-14 03:06 am (UTC)She recovers faster than most would, but she's still staggering a little as she gets to her feet, her breath whooping in and out of her, spots of colour bursting in the corners of her vision. Not about to let a little thing like being winded stop her, she barely hesitates before launching herself at him again, her elbow jerking up to catch him in the throat, her other hand grabbing at his hair.
She's not laughing any more, but she is smiling, a feral baring of teeth that says that, in her own messed-up way, she's enjoying this. The adrenaline is pumping, and the pain and the anger pulse behind her temples, and she doesn't have anything to gain or anything to lose, and for the moment, nothing else matters but the flurry of blows she rains down blindly on his face and neck. The past doesn't matter, her own shitty life doesn't matter, the fear doesn't matter, even her family doesn't matter. The fight crowds everything else out of her mind, and that's exactly what she's after.
"Lucky hit," she tells him, once she has enough breath to do so, and in between a punch to the nose and a knee to the groin.