[ The kick connects, though it seems to be on purpose. She didn't roll away; she made sure she was in the way, and even as the boot to the gut winds her, she fights through it, teeth gritted against the choking cough of air leaving her lungs and wheezing in a gasp. She twists, using her legs to try and do what her one arm cannot: wrap them around Vander's leg so he can't pull his boot — or leg — back.
If he isn't quick to yank himself free, she'll use her full body to turn the leg and fling him to the ground with her, and, truly? That's a lot of muscle to turn against him in one go. The effort is great, but the outcome would feasibly be worth it. ]
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If he isn't quick to yank himself free, she'll use her full body to turn the leg and fling him to the ground with her, and, truly? That's a lot of muscle to turn against him in one go. The effort is great, but the outcome would feasibly be worth it. ]