[Out of the pit of seeming emptiness and the rising fog, there was a sliver of pleasure at his fist connecting with her face, the blood he spilt, in this teeny tiny revenge for his boys. It would never undo the loss, but there was something about the idea of returning to form after so long being a presence without the need to simply lay someone out.
Vander held his ground as she came on, her fist impacting with his jaw. His head snapped to the side with the force of it, the pain radiating from the blow that would surely bruise. For a little while. He lifted a knee to deflect the blow for his gut. He stepped in to grab her shoulders, attempting to pick her up and throw her bodily into the building wall.
He turned his head and spat blood on the grass from where his teeth had cut into his cheek from her punch. He wavered on his feet, stumbling a little but shaking his head to force focus.]
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Vander held his ground as she came on, her fist impacting with his jaw. His head snapped to the side with the force of it, the pain radiating from the blow that would surely bruise. For a little while. He lifted a knee to deflect the blow for his gut. He stepped in to grab her shoulders, attempting to pick her up and throw her bodily into the building wall.
He turned his head and spat blood on the grass from where his teeth had cut into his cheek from her punch. He wavered on his feet, stumbling a little but shaking his head to force focus.]