[ He lets her kick his legs out from under him. But he uses the gravity and angle to take her with him, tumbling with the impact until he has her pinned flat under him. Distance is what she's aiming for. And distance is what he refuses to give her. Letting his legs slot on either side of her to support his weight, he lashes out again, not with an uppercut but a backhand -- hard enough to send her head spinning in a 360. And even if she manages to dodge that by some stroke of luck -- or via more flying pigs -- his free hand splays across her sternum. A sharp jolt of electricity flows from his palm -- the kind that makes your muscles spasm and your teeth sing and leaves a metallic aftertaste in your throat. ]
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