[ Misato has always fought on the side of the underdogs. Overpowered opponents are the norm and the only way to win is by sheer refusal to lose and a certain dash of insane creativity. And she knows about his superspeed, not that it makes it any easier to anticipate.
When he pulls her up in the air, she has only a split second to twist her body and swing her free leg toward him -- his head, torso, whatever she manages to hit or not hit -- while focusing her attention on grabbing the floor so she can land on her hands then flip to her feet in a low crouch. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand to reveal a smile, heart pounding a mile a minute. There's a thin line between fear and excitement. ]
Sneaky bastard. [ That's you, Damon, said with growing affection. ] Really, try, you might learn a thing or two.
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When he pulls her up in the air, she has only a split second to twist her body and swing her free leg toward him -- his head, torso, whatever she manages to hit or not hit -- while focusing her attention on grabbing the floor so she can land on her hands then flip to her feet in a low crouch. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand to reveal a smile, heart pounding a mile a minute. There's a thin line between fear and excitement. ]
Sneaky bastard. [ That's you, Damon, said with growing affection. ] Really, try, you might learn a thing or two.