[ beau's trained in this. it's almost stupid to say it, cliche, but her whole body is her weapon, and she's not about to let some smug fuck beat her in a fist fight. she feels it thrumming in her bones, under her skin, the anger that she's had simmering in her for weeks, and she weaponizes it. she turns it into a vicious swing, aimed right for his face, but it's a feint.
because her real goal is to sweep him off his feet, knock him to the ground. no fairness here. just a brawl. ]
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because her real goal is to sweep him off his feet, knock him to the ground. no fairness here. just a brawl. ]