[ she never... tries to dodge. every blow, she simply tanks, wearing the same rictus smile like this is all a farce for her. her eyes widen and the corners of her mouth do twitch when he winds her, though—the sound of impact is a dull thud, like a hammer, and it drives the breath from her in a satisfying rattle.
no subject
hunches over his knee, body twitching.
grabs his leg.
tzzt— ]