Tch—!! [It's a hissing spit of a snarl, a feral sound as she twists less against his grip and more against her own weight in a bid at pinning down his silhouette before she realizes he's entirely masked from view.
Like her.
Or like she should have been, and so carelessly chose not to be in favor of overconfidence.]
Te parto la madre!! [She drops the gun, using it to mask the way she bears forward into the wall as a brace for the kick she hammers down against where his leg should be, hoping to force him to drop back or lose balance— any opportunity to try and lunge for him instead.]
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Like her.
Or like she should have been, and so carelessly chose not to be in favor of overconfidence.]
Te parto la madre!! [She drops the gun, using it to mask the way she bears forward into the wall as a brace for the kick she hammers down against where his leg should be, hoping to force him to drop back or lose balance— any opportunity to try and lunge for him instead.]