"Throwing your wallet and running isn't always an option," she said, and the bitterness of her voice suggested that she spoke with some personal experience. Her mouth flattened into a thin line as she remembered having done just that, when she was attacked, and how little it had done for her. Sure, it might be the best option, but in a fight? She was going to assume the worst every time. "Sometimes things aren't that black and white." What are we talking about now, Soh?
Her punch landed, but it barely seemed to make a dent in Koa's defense, and Soh returned to her own defensive stance just in time for Koa's attack. His feint worked; she moved to block her left side but left her right open. The "blow" tapped her cheek lightly, and she scowled at him. She wasn't sure what it was that had her so irritated, but she almost wanted to goad him into really hitting her. Maybe she felt like she deserved it; maybe she just wanted him to see her as an equal again; maybe there was some other reason altogether that she couldn't put a name to (sexual tension, hi)... but that was insane. This was insane.
If she wasn't so angry, she'd laugh. But that was stupid. Why was she angry? She had no right to be, and yet...
She impatiently swatted his hand away, silver eyes snapping as she returned to her guard position. If he was willing to take a body hit, then maybe she should aim higher (or lower, but she didn't want to fight that dirty). So this time, she darted forward, aiming to force her way into his space, and aimed for her palm to his chin, as he'd demonstrated earlier.
Her punch landed, but it barely seemed to make a dent in Koa's defense, and Soh returned to her own defensive stance just in time for Koa's attack. His feint worked; she moved to block her left side but left her right open. The "blow" tapped her cheek lightly, and she scowled at him. She wasn't sure what it was that had her so irritated, but she almost wanted to goad him into really hitting her. Maybe she felt like she deserved it; maybe she just wanted him to see her as an equal again; maybe there was some other reason altogether that she couldn't put a name to (
If she wasn't so angry, she'd laugh. But that was stupid. Why was she angry? She had no right to be, and yet...
She impatiently swatted his hand away, silver eyes snapping as she returned to her guard position. If he was willing to take a body hit, then maybe she should aim higher (or lower, but she didn't want to fight that dirty). So this time, she darted forward, aiming to force her way into his space, and aimed for her palm to his chin, as he'd demonstrated earlier.
Sohalia
