[ She grunts her acknowledgement, and that's the last of it; everything else is controlled movement, anger giving way to focus still too frayed by anger, because anger has always been the easiest emotion. There is a brutality in Annie she's learned to curb over the years, but it's lurking there, clawing back up as she barely gets out of his way. He's fast, but she likes fast, shifting to the side and letting his momentum be her guide.
If she manages her redirect, it's to grab for his shoulder and pull down and back even as she aims a kick for the back of his closer knee. If it's enough, it'll send him flipping, his own force paired with her pivot and redirection of momentum along the lines she dictates. If not, it's just another step to react to, another plan to adjust on the fly.
She doesn't give in to the anger that's ruled her when she was younger, because she can't anymore, but it's still there, sharp and jittery and knowing she can break and bleed and so can he. ]
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If she manages her redirect, it's to grab for his shoulder and pull down and back even as she aims a kick for the back of his closer knee. If it's enough, it'll send him flipping, his own force paired with her pivot and redirection of momentum along the lines she dictates. If not, it's just another step to react to, another plan to adjust on the fly.
She doesn't give in to the anger that's ruled her when she was younger, because she can't anymore, but it's still there, sharp and jittery and knowing she can break and bleed and so can he. ]