Amphitrite didn't go out with a roar. She hardly made a sound at all, unless you counted the dull smack of his fist against her face. Her head snapped back with the force of the blow, and she went limp, the darkness reclaiming its proper place and removing her, if only for a time, from her torment. Already, it was evident the area would swell - it was just lucky he hadn't dislocated her jaw, or worse.
Torvil
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 10:16 pm
The first thing Leucite did when she went limp, was reach out, grab as much hair as he could from the back of her head and lift it up so he could ensure that she was indeed unconscious and not faking it. He gave her a few gentle slaps to see if she was going to wake back up - or if she was down for the count for the moment.
He would like to push her further, but he doubted there was much more she could give without some rest.
For the short time that Amphitrite remained unconscious, she was unaware of anything. No singular thoughts, feelings, or pain. Nothing but nothingness.