No response; it's hard to say if she even hears him. She makes a swipe at his face, fingers curled to bring her nails to bear, and comes nowhere near striking.
A noise of frustration comes out of her, sounding almost like words, wholly unintelligible. She lunges again, stumbling.
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A noise of frustration comes out of her, sounding almost like words, wholly unintelligible. She lunges again, stumbling.