[ it's over embarrassingly fast, but then it was probably always going to be. she's too banged up to do any serious damage, and ash needs to be at the top of her game to pose any serious threat to saber. she knows this — they both know this, actually, so maybe it was a kindness of a kind that he'd shut a more savage fight down before it even began.
that doesn't stop her from fighting his grip like a caged animal, swinging viciously with both fists at the soft tender parts of his body that might be more vulnerable. she only stops when she really can't fight it any more, her face goes grey and pale, and she pulls her broken wrist back up into a guarding position again. ]
You're a cunt. [ spat right into his face with the blood alongside it, just because she can. she has to stop trying to claw his wrist at her throat open in order to take the shirt, stem the bleeding, and it feels like admitting defeat, but she does it anyway. ] Back pocket.
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that doesn't stop her from fighting his grip like a caged animal, swinging viciously with both fists at the soft tender parts of his body that might be more vulnerable. she only stops when she really can't fight it any more, her face goes grey and pale, and she pulls her broken wrist back up into a guarding position again. ]
You're a cunt. [ spat right into his face with the blood alongside it, just because she can. she has to stop trying to claw his wrist at her throat open in order to take the shirt, stem the bleeding, and it feels like admitting defeat, but she does it anyway. ] Back pocket.