"Hagh..."
Katia staggered backward, her balance breaking for a brief second as her hand shot up to her face, fingers pressing instinctively against her nose while blood slipped through the gaps and ran down over her lips.
She blinked once, steadying herself, her voice coming out flat but edged with disbelief.
"…You drove your knee straight into my face."
"You came in low without guarding your center," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"What did you expect to happen?"
She glanced down at the blood coating her hand, turning it slightly as if confirming it was real, then lifted her gaze back to him without any sign of irritation beyond the obvious.
"…Alright. That one's on me."
Fwoosh!
And then she moved again.
