< affairs. "

She went about as far as she could before her legs gave up on her , now just holding onto the other for support.

" I figured it would be -
Nngh , better to take care of any potential threats before they become a problem. "

Wincing and whimpering , her head bobs down tiredly.

< onto hands and knees , then starts trying to get up to her feet to walk it off.

Only to crumple and collapse a few steps in.

The hospital may have to comply with authorities , which would make things messy.
She's not getting locked away again. . .
That can't be an option.

" D - damn it all. "

< side of the puddle of viscous.

" . . . . . . "

Part of her wanted to start crying in pain but her body was physically too tired to.
Can't even crawl away.

All she can do is hope the world stops spinning and that her opponent doesn't decide to go further and kill her.

< virtually limp there in a heap.

Weakly , her arm shifts up to push the broken helmet off her face so that she doesn't puke in it.

Motion sickness caused by being thrown about is a bitch.
Far too dizzy to do anything other than get the helmet off , vomit , then collapse back to the other >

the face beneath the mask ;

< right up so that all she can do is writhe in the air.

" Aah!!! Put me DOWWN !!! "

This was going horrible for her to say in the least.

< in a manner that prevented escape , she'd find her opponent's feet closing too rapidly to avoid them being planted into her stomach. . .

" O - ooofff !!
Hhhng. . . "

Ouch.

< spring - loaded punch once again. . .there's a last ditch plan in mind to try and get the upper hand in this match.

< footing again before slumping down onto a knee.

Only for a moment though , as she would eventually get back to both feet.

" . . . . . "

Beginning to approach again with clenched fists , tense and clearly riding adrenaline now.

She was actually hoping the other girl would attempt a >

< piston against her stomach.

" You're p - pissin' me off. "

She said shakily , clearly rattled from the blow to her head.

< let that create distance.

Nor go unpunished.

She swings her arms down to wrap behind the spring - fisted fighter's neck , yanking her down to absolutely ram her knee as hard into the shorter girl's gut as she possibly could.

There was metal plating from the boot covering it for extra damage. ~

< palm right to her foe's chest plate.

If this goes right , there will be a Shockwave ripping throughout that metallic conductor of a suit.

" Try not to fry , will you? ~ "