your tongue is twisted, your teeth are nails
Letha was not sure what Amun would do in response, but she was expecting him to use her blow to his advantage. As he spun, she gritted her teeth and lowered her center of gravity. She bent her body, held her shoulders tight, and pushed forward. She used as much of her weight as she could manage, trying to knock the man over.
Her assault did not come without consequence, however. Even in her attempt to close the distance between them and knock the crafter off his feet, his punch still fell. It hit her on her right side, but higher than what he probably intended. Even though she could not feel the pain of the attack, she let a wince and a sharp huff escape her lips from memory of what it might have been.
Trying to keep her balance from toppling over herself, she struck out at him, hoping to hand a blow to his stomach.
they drove your voice in your throat
Letha
