Her lips peeled back in a feral grin, letting blood stain her teeth as her life essence kept doing its utmost to leave its host. "Worry about yourself, 'man.' You only won because I let you throw me in the air. I won't make the same mistake twice."
Quinlan sighed, long and heavy, dragging a hand down his face. "… It seems even this beating wasn't enough to make you surrender."
Raika wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then smirked with smug, bloody defiance.
"Raika never surrenders."
Such defiance only lasted until Quinlan made his next move.
With a deceptively casual motion, he flicked her forehead.
*Thunk.*
Her head snapped back like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her body slumped into the crater with a dull thud.
For a moment, silence.
Then…
Her eyes snapped open again. Confusion flashed across her face until the throbbing pain at the center of her forehead registered. Her glare darted straight to the offending finger still poised in front of her.
