[She's taken her hits. Taken a few falls, but she always get's back up. Swiftly if she can. the kick that contacted her chin had her fall back into her kitchen table, wine glasses knocked over and spilled. She returned fire with some kicks of her own. An attempt to flip over his head and get behind him.]
[Like she had done before when she got the knife to his neck.]
[There are several other things in this kitchen that has gone and been wrecked, either from falls or hits. She remembers she has to be fast, but he's always faster.]
[Has to get faster!]
[At some turn about, she just barely missed being punched again, diving feet first over the pass over and into the living room. It gave her a moment to catch her breath. Breath she was panting for. There was more space out there anyhow. A large couch, a single chair. She had a feeling that coffee table was going to end up busted.]
[Suddenly she didn't care. She took up a slim profile stance, hand out and flat, ready to move if he followed.]
[Let him be angry.]
[Let him break things.]
[Let him work it out as best he can, and maybe, just maybe... she'd feel better about all this too.]
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[Like she had done before when she got the knife to his neck.]
[There are several other things in this kitchen that has gone and been wrecked, either from falls or hits. She remembers she has to be fast, but he's always faster.]
[Has to get faster!]
[At some turn about, she just barely missed being punched again, diving feet first over the pass over and into the living room. It gave her a moment to catch her breath. Breath she was panting for. There was more space out there anyhow. A large couch, a single chair. She had a feeling that coffee table was going to end up busted.]
[Suddenly she didn't care. She took up a slim profile stance, hand out and flat, ready to move if he followed.]
[Let him be angry.]
[Let him break things.]
[Let him work it out as best he can, and maybe, just maybe... she'd feel better about all this too.]