It hit her right square in the chest, and she could have sworn she heard a sound like glass breaking--or maybe just felt it--as she stumbled backwards, lost her fight with gravity, and hit the ground a second later with a pained groan that would have been a lot louder if she'd been able to draw a full breath that last time.
Her chest hurt, a dull ache like she'd been clubbed with a baseball bat, and it was best, she thought, to just stay down. For a moment there at the end she'd thought she'd be able to pull off a comeback. It'd been close enough to
taste, but the little Death had manged to wrest it back again.
Ah well. It'd been fun.
"Ouch," she finally managed to croak out, voice an odd mix of amusement and pain. She was going to be sore come morning, she was absolutely sure of it.
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