[ She should've put more time into figuring out how to compensate for that damn knee injury after Trilla got her on the ground with it without even aiming for a weakness—she should've, but she didn't. Maybe because everything with North had been so messy at the time and then he was gone, and focusing on the knee would've made her think about things she didn't want to think about or— something. That's her excuse.
But excuses don't matter in the middle of a fight, and Wash is back on her before she can even really finish the thought, or react. She knows, now, to compensate for the leg, to try and stop him getting at it, and it works at first. She doesn't get her momentum back but she blocks and dodges and tries to get past his defences to land a blow, disrupt his own kind of momentum so she can get her rhythm back, but fuck if he isn't reading her like a book.
It's inevitable that the leg gives out again. It was already throbbing from the first strike, twisted or jarred or whatever the impact did, and the next time he goes for it he bowls her legs out from under her. She could recover, even gets her good leg half back under her, but if he goes for the grapple—
Well, she'll decide that she's at least taking him down with her, not letting him merely follow her down and follow through. She'll grab at his shirt to try and drag him down in a much less controlled way, or at the very least give her purchase to try and throw him off once her back hits the floor. ]
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[ She should've put more time into figuring out how to compensate for that damn knee injury after Trilla got her on the ground with it without even aiming for a weakness—she should've, but she didn't. Maybe because everything with North had been so messy at the time and then he was gone, and focusing on the knee would've made her think about things she didn't want to think about or— something. That's her excuse.
But excuses don't matter in the middle of a fight, and Wash is back on her before she can even really finish the thought, or react. She knows, now, to compensate for the leg, to try and stop him getting at it, and it works at first. She doesn't get her momentum back but she blocks and dodges and tries to get past his defences to land a blow, disrupt his own kind of momentum so she can get her rhythm back, but fuck if he isn't reading her like a book.
It's inevitable that the leg gives out again. It was already throbbing from the first strike, twisted or jarred or whatever the impact did, and the next time he goes for it he bowls her legs out from under her. She could recover, even gets her good leg half back under her, but if he goes for the grapple—
Well, she'll decide that she's at least taking him down with her, not letting him merely follow her down and follow through. She'll grab at his shirt to try and drag him down in a much less controlled way, or at the very least give her purchase to try and throw him off once her back hits the floor. ]