It didn't help that she could do so little to sate her rage at him. She knew from experience that striking a general would have little effect... Painite had never even flinched under her fists, like she'd been punching a brick wall. Painite... would she have agreed with his methods? Probably, and it made her protests sound so flat and ineffectual.
Hauling back her fist, she would have let him have it right in the face anyway, but just as he said... she was too blind to see the danger looming at her back. She didn't even know what had hit her when the chitinous appendages slammed into her, sweeping her to the side and ripping her hand free of his coat. Air burst from her in a whoosh of impact before she slammed into the floor and her skull connected with a sickening crack she heard more inside her head than through her ears. Cinnabar lost herself to blackness before she even knew what had happened, still raging at her ineffectualness and his disdain.
Aeeth
Ivynian
