Listen, there's something immensely satisfying about watching a powerful woman sock a man in the jaw so hard he fountains blood, but there's also no socially acceptable way to communicate this without coming across as a lunatic. So instead, Pippa's eyes widen and her jaw works a time or two without producing any words. Then she straightens up and smooths a couple of wrinkles out of her shirt, like she's about to be inspected by a drill sergeant and wants to do her best to impress. (Next time, put on a clean shirt; that jam stain is visible a mile off.)
"How'd you learn that?" she asks, a little awed, then gestures with one hand at the spot on the ground where the blood is now drying. "To fight like that, I mean."
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Listen, there's something immensely satisfying about watching a powerful woman sock a man in the jaw so hard he fountains blood, but there's also no socially acceptable way to communicate this without coming across as a lunatic. So instead, Pippa's eyes widen and her jaw works a time or two without producing any words. Then she straightens up and smooths a couple of wrinkles out of her shirt, like she's about to be inspected by a drill sergeant and wants to do her best to impress. (Next time, put on a clean shirt; that jam stain is visible a mile off.)
"How'd you learn that?" she asks, a little awed, then gestures with one hand at the spot on the ground where the blood is now drying. "To fight like that, I mean."