[ The blade goes flying and she's already moving to meet him even as she hits the ground - hard - heavy. More than she's expecting, where Elena had been so - bloodless - to what she knows - he most certainly isn't. But closer to what she has faced, seen bear down on her time and time again but in her mind's eye - her mind that isn't hidden or fogged, she tries to comprehend to what she sees, those monsters with their mouthful of fangs and lean twisted body, to what Damon is above her. Bloody and vicious.
Can't speak, and doesn't bother to as her nails rip into his hands, dragging, kicking underneath him. She is strong - not as strong as him, not by half - that was always the point, wasn't it? But enough that she can make her way to drawing blood, her heel getting set underneath her as she shoves her knee up hard into his side. Looking to roll him and throw him. ]
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Can't speak, and doesn't bother to as her nails rip into his hands, dragging, kicking underneath him. She is strong - not as strong as him, not by half - that was always the point, wasn't it? But enough that she can make her way to drawing blood, her heel getting set underneath her as she shoves her knee up hard into his side. Looking to roll him and throw him. ]