[ In the back of her head, she remembers the lessons to keep her face protect and act fast. Use her weight and size against her opponent as an advantage, not a hinger to herself. And if she cared to defend, maybe she could. But she isn't interested in it, and instead takes the full blow to her face, the sting of the hair pulling and falls over to her side.
She doesn't even hold her arms over her face to defend herself or tries to snake a leg between the two of them to throw Shepard off balance. Instead she swings her arm to sock her face again, unfocused, too busy feeding off the moment, and the hot blood down her mouth and nose and the pulsing pain. ]
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She doesn't even hold her arms over her face to defend herself or tries to snake a leg between the two of them to throw Shepard off balance. Instead she swings her arm to sock her face again, unfocused, too busy feeding off the moment, and the hot blood down her mouth and nose and the pulsing pain. ]