Dust plumes in a cloud where her fist retreats from its newly-made burrow. Drywall falls away in pieces. Were she alone, she might have eviscerated it. Punch punch punch— lines of holes made like bullets through a practice dummy. Her knuckles beaten red and raw and satisfying, calloused skin cracked like a lizard's shed gone wrong, knee drawn up to blow through the half-decimation, body a weapon, a two-legged destruction, punch punch kick—
She's being ridiculous.
She's acting like South. Thinking like South.
Carolina exhales sharply. Smooths back strands of loose red hair and attempts to comport herself.
"We'd be fine."
Pause. She looks to the wall, waiting for it to send demon arms out through the hole to strangle her.
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Dust plumes in a cloud where her fist retreats from its newly-made burrow. Drywall falls away in pieces. Were she alone, she might have eviscerated it. Punch punch punch— lines of holes made like bullets through a practice dummy. Her knuckles beaten red and raw and satisfying, calloused skin cracked like a lizard's shed gone wrong, knee drawn up to blow through the half-decimation, body a weapon, a two-legged destruction, punch punch kick—
She's being ridiculous.
She's acting like South. Thinking like South.
Carolina exhales sharply. Smooths back strands of loose red hair and attempts to comport herself.
"We'd be fine."
Pause. She looks to the wall, waiting for it to send demon arms out through the hole to strangle her.
Nothing. She gestures.
"See? Fine. We can handle it."
Walk on. We're fine. You're fine. She's fine.