Thing with taking punches to the head was that each hit almost blanked her. Her vision would go white, and she got dazed fast. Good brawlers, she knew, could usually take a few before it took them out, but she'd never been a good brawler.
She went down to her knees, shook her head. Shaking her head didn't help clear it; it made her vision go blurry.
She'd bitten her tongue. Twelve shit on her, too. Oh, there was the pain.
She blinked several times and stood up. "Roughed, guv. A beatin'. Not jes a few . . . " she spat blood. Definitely pain. She put up her arms, but it wasn't aggressive: it was a block.
Joz wouldn't be able to effectively fight back, but she would at least try to defend herself.
"C'mon," and there was a growl to her voice. She sounded angry, really angry, not just the exasperated caricature of annoyance she usually pulled on him.
She went down to her knees, shook her head. Shaking her head didn't help clear it; it made her vision go blurry.
She'd bitten her tongue. Twelve shit on her, too. Oh, there was the pain.
She blinked several times and stood up. "Roughed, guv. A beatin'. Not jes a few . . . " she spat blood. Definitely pain. She put up her arms, but it wasn't aggressive: it was a block.
Joz wouldn't be able to effectively fight back, but she would at least try to defend herself.
"C'mon," and there was a growl to her voice. She sounded angry, really angry, not just the exasperated caricature of annoyance she usually pulled on him.
