She blocks him-- not easily, but with more ease than she should be able to. She recognizes the sound as a discomfited one, and although a part of her loves him for the fact he hesitates to do anything even remotely threatening to hurt her, that's not the point of this exercise. The flash of her eyes is rather like a lioness, the muttered words coming out in something almost like a growl.
"Don't you dare--" Punctuated by a sharp exhale as she blocks another blow, "--take it easy on me, Edgar Eicheln."
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"Don't you dare--" Punctuated by a sharp exhale as she blocks another blow, "--take it easy on me, Edgar Eicheln."