[ The heel of his foot just barely makes contact with her chin, the force of it is enough to make her grit her teeth and snap her head back. But she seems unbothered by it, pressing forward like cutting him down is a matter of life and death. ]

Heard it, thought about it– decided I don't care about it!

[ Her voice is almost sing-song in the way she says it. She catapults herself into the air, descending on him like she's been dropped from the sky. Every part of her itches to hear the pleasant screech of metal against metal. ]

For a guy who could barely manage to take a raincheck on being murdered, you sure seem pretty eager to defend yourself.