[The fist connects, driving the wind out of her for a moment, but she's been trained in a hard school; it drives her backward but she doesn't give up the fight; she stays on her feet as she's had to when it's happened in training. She grits her teeth.]
Dark Rhapsody.
[It's spoken much more grimly this time; she needs to drive him back and get the space to catch her breath. She struggles against a cough.]
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Dark Rhapsody.
[It's spoken much more grimly this time; she needs to drive him back and get the space to catch her breath. She struggles against a cough.]