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Babs crossed her ar the door
“Look, Amos I understand you’re pissed off at me And honest to God, I’ht now too But we’re a crew We’re friends, and we can work this out, whatever it is I’m here, okay? So whatever it is—”
“When did you turn into such a fucking pussy, Babs?” he said His hands were tingling like they had too round out “Did you really cos?”
Her face went blank, her eyes flat She uncrossed her arht sunk into her hips Her knees bent a little He figured she was good for
She shifted her shoulders, swung at the hips, her right arht have been able to slip it and get inside But a few years earlier, she ed was to turn his head away and pull back a couple centimeters before her knuckles slapped into his cheekbone If he’d been slower, it would have splashed his nose across his face Her next punch was already cole The pain was sudden and wide and fa in his throat blowing up like a balloon, expanding out bigger than he was
He kicked straight, hitting just above her hip with his knee still bent It wasn’t to break her but to push her back, then with the rooht fist to her face, left swinging up into her ribs She lifted her arms into a boxer’s stance, but a fraction of a second too late He finally got inside her guard, his right elbow across her throat, and he had her back against the door Pushing against her windpipe She shifted under his and back ached with the effort of closing her throat for her He gritted his teeth until they creaked
The pain in his balls started with a thu sohtness cah his whole body He felt himself stu hiive
She wasn’t pulling her punches She ed forward, roaring Ready to kill or get killed The tiny part of hi and aware, expected her to flinch back Instead, she jumped in toward hiainst his, and he was in the air He hit the bulkhead hard enough that sound faded away for a second He pushed off just as she swung a knee into his gut, grabbed her around the thigh, and lifted, swinging her up over his head, and then both of theravity would take them
Soround ga into his skin, looking for a grip If she got his ear, she was keeping it He reared back, grabbing for her aret her elbohere he could bend it back Snap it For a second, he was alainst his waist, pushed hiht her ankle and tried the sa, the joint too solid to break And while he was trying it, he couldn’t move as well
Her other heel ca it open He pushed in toward her, driving her back The blood stung his eye, but he moved fast and with a lifeti as hard as he could Her windpipe was between his thumbs where he could crack it like a walnut—
Except she was already bringing her ar off his grip She’d planned it She wasn’t lost in rage haze She was still thinking
She locked her legs with his, and rolled so she was on top The heel of her left hand pushed his chin up and away so her right fist could land on his throat Ahed, tried to roll away His breath was a thick wheeze The air that et to his feet, but she was already up, kicking his knee out fro down Curb-sto him He tried to curl away fro for his kidneys, and he tried to shift away, but he couldn’t The pain was exquisite and vast He was helpless He was fucked She kicked hiht of her body behind it, and he felt another rib go
He wasn’t going to o on until she decided it was over, and there was nothing he could do to ainst blow after blow after blow, felt the da he could do to defend himself If Bobbie wanted him dead, he’d die
He endured, helpless The pain smeared into itself until it wasn’t any part of hier than his body
His h hi coherent A perfuamot A white blanket so used that the cotton fibers were shattering, but soft The way the cheap ice pops they sold at the shitty little bodega at Carey and Lombard tasted The sound of a feed in the next rooht about how the rain sounded in Baltimore Violence, helpless pain, but cheap ice pops too