[ the thing about foreseeing his reactions in his intention, in his mind, is that she still doesn't have the physical ability to adjust to them. not always.
his elbow cleaves her face, cracks right against her cheekbone, leaves it bruised and furious as her head snaps aside. she staggers back from him, disoriented.
the next blow she takes when she steps back into proximity to use the knife is for his shoulder. disable first, she decides. remove the threat, then finish the job.
something unfurling in her chest purrs at this movement, at the rush of her blood, at the hunger. it feels good, doesn't it? you are a warrior. you were made for this. ]
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his elbow cleaves her face, cracks right against her cheekbone, leaves it bruised and furious as her head snaps aside. she staggers back from him, disoriented.
the next blow she takes when she steps back into proximity to use the knife is for his shoulder. disable first, she decides. remove the threat, then finish the job.
something unfurling in her chest purrs at this movement, at the rush of her blood, at the hunger. it feels good, doesn't it? you are a warrior. you were made for this. ]