Cut off your nose to spite your face

When the big man tried to brush her off her eyes narrowed and lips pursed, blowing her cheeks out to contain her frustrated scream. What came out instead was the most fearsome growl she could muster and she hoisted her light bamboo stick, running forward to swipe angrily at his ankles. She spoke through gritted teeth that still held the stick as she swung it about angrily. “An’. What.” Each word was punctuated with another swing. “If I don’.” She could feel tears stinging the backs of her eyes. It wasn’t like her to get so emotional, but he had unwittingly poked at a sore point. “Git. Bigger?” Her chest was heaving from the exertion and her pale golden eyes were blazing a challenge. She didn’t care that he towered over her. He could help her or he could suffer her wrath and bruised ankles for the rest of the day. She was a stubborn child.

“Speech”