Fighting Chance

Though her strike landed and she bit into her brother's ear, his strike also landed. Mort lashed out, his big paw connecting hard with her stomach. The air was knocked out of the girl and she instantly released her hold. Dropping back, she took a few steps away and coughed profusely, trying to suck in great mouthfuls of air.

Dammit! Mort had clearly won this battle. He had incapacitated her with a punch to the gut. She could tell that he had been trying to hold back, too. It was wrong and it infuriated her. Once she was able to breathe again, the girl snarled at her brother, teeth flashing as lips pulled back. "I'll never learn anything if you keep treating me like a baby." Turning, she stalked away. She needed to kill something and she may or may not pretend for a minute that it was Morts face on the poor creature.