[ It's okay, Yelena, no hard feelings, he definitely would have done the same in her position. He Understands, it's all good, etc.
That doesn't mean he's about to go easy on her as soon as her hand slips past the bundle of clothes bing offered to her. On anyone else, the move might have worked. On him, it almost works. The problem is that he has two hands and not one, and he has a decade of experience in this exact thing. Even as her fingers close around his wrist, he's moving, clothes falling uselessly to the ground as he wraps his own hand around her forearm. His free hand makes for one of the daggers sheathed at his hip, yanking one out to try and drive the blunt hilt into her temple.
On the bright side, her kick connects with satisfying weight and he grunts, gritting his teeth. On the not bright side, he is still standing afterwards, because he's got like half a foot and at least fifty extra pounds on her. ]
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That doesn't mean he's about to go easy on her as soon as her hand slips past the bundle of clothes bing offered to her. On anyone else, the move might have worked. On him, it almost works. The problem is that he has two hands and not one, and he has a decade of experience in this exact thing. Even as her fingers close around his wrist, he's moving, clothes falling uselessly to the ground as he wraps his own hand around her forearm. His free hand makes for one of the daggers sheathed at his hip, yanking one out to try and drive the blunt hilt into her temple.
On the bright side, her kick connects with satisfying weight and he grunts, gritting his teeth. On the not bright side, he is still standing afterwards, because he's got like half a foot and at least fifty extra pounds on her. ]