What? [She's more than a little startled by the sudden shift in gears but, well, she sets her coffee mug down to oblige him.
Thin as she is, and with the life she's lead, all her real strength is in her core, her legs, though the drills every morning has lent her some to her arms. One last puzzled look before she makes a fist and snaps it out, aiming for Beat's stomach, rather than his jaw or the center of his chest.
The bone there would have been too dense. Better to strike for where there was less chance of breaking her own fingers.]
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Thin as she is, and with the life she's lead, all her real strength is in her core, her legs, though the drills every morning has lent her some to her arms. One last puzzled look before she makes a fist and snaps it out, aiming for Beat's stomach, rather than his jaw or the center of his chest.
The bone there would have been too dense. Better to strike for where there was less chance of breaking her own fingers.]