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Sorry, done that once, and I don't plan on a second time.

[He withdrew his fist then his foot when she dropped to the ground. He backed off to allow her to her feet, surveying her stance before he stepped back in to test her guard with a quick three-punch combination, one towards each side of her ribs before a sharp jab towards her face.]

[ Her guard is still solid despite her missing arm. First one, she blocks. The second one she dodges. Third one? She stumbles. Yeah, those drugs are kicking in. Fucking damn it, and that's the last thing she thinks for that moment as she catches the jab to the face. She's set reeling back a few steps, nearly toppling over again.

She recovers still, spitting out blood before lurching back into the fray. She attempts to duck past his guard to settle into his jaw with a right hook of her own, followed by a knee towards the gut. ]

[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.]

[ That's the end of it. Sevika took a risk getting in close for her attack, and now she pays the price. Vander grips her shoulders, and she feels her feet leaving the ground. The next thing she knows, she's colliding with the side of the hospital. She can feel something crack, but there's one blessing to the sedative — it doubles as a painkiller if nothing else, but waking up is going to be hell.

From the wall to the ground with a pained grunt, and that's where she'll stay. There's no getting back up from that, not with how dizzy she's left feeling. ]

[He stood watching as she hit the wall and slumped to the ground, and he swayed a little on his feet before he grunted softly as he lifted a hand to wipe his mouth. He stepped forward, nudging her with a foot to see if she was faking unconsciousness. Nope, she was out.

Vander leaned down carefully and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her away from the wall before hauling her around the building to the hospital door. He dropped her there, expecting someone would provide medical care that he wasn't willing to bother with. It was more than he owed her.

After that, he swayed and lumbered his way back to the apartments to pass out on the floor.]

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