[Somewhere in the back of her mind there's a clanging alarm going off, the first threads of common sense trying to punch through the red mist that has descended on her. Why are they fighting again? Why does it matter? But for the moment these thoughts remain vague and misshapen at the distant edges of herself, made smaller still the moment his foot connects with her leg.
There's a sharp rush of pain as he hits one of the tender lesions that have broken out on her body, makes her yelp like a kicked dog-- but this just seems to make her angrier. She moves to try and kick him back, and if he isn't swift enough to get out of her way she'll rush in on him this time, meaning to grab him by the throat and haul him off the ground.]
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There's a sharp rush of pain as he hits one of the tender lesions that have broken out on her body, makes her yelp like a kicked dog-- but this just seems to make her angrier. She moves to try and kick him back, and if he isn't swift enough to get out of her way she'll rush in on him this time, meaning to grab him by the throat and haul him off the ground.]
You fucking started it!