[ as expected , she's unblinking and unmoving , but she's got a wide smile on her face as the punch lands , hand reaching up to hold mel's hand against her cheek , grin widening . ]
if you let me whip you into shape , you may be able to make me feel something ~
.. ffine .
( its that animal instinct inside . to fight back against a natural enemy .
he tenses himself up as much as he can , and springs forward- a sloppy , but effective attempt at a gazelle punch straight to her jaw .. if she was human . )