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If war were a game that a man or a child Could think of winning [Open]
Lafiel staggered out and away from the sensorium pod, clutching her bruised jaw. Blood pooled between her teeth, coppery and salty in her mouth and she swallowed it.
There was a special kind of humiliation that came with being physically bested and though Lafiel knew she was in the right, it still stung.
Master Chief or Captain Kirk would have known what do immediately, but she had only exacerbated the situation. She knew this to be her own fault. The punch had been a predictable consequence of her actions.
She couldn't even curse for fear of spitting more blood.
There was a special kind of humiliation that came with being physically bested and though Lafiel knew she was in the right, it still stung.
Master Chief or Captain Kirk would have known what do immediately, but she had only exacerbated the situation. She knew this to be her own fault. The punch had been a predictable consequence of her actions.
She couldn't even curse for fear of spitting more blood.
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When it was done, she walked to the sink basin, gargled and spat, a little embarrassed at the undignified gesture.
"Don't avoid me." Where anyone else would have said 'Even me?', Lafiel deployed her imperiousness.
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And then Lafiel gets pulled into a tight albeit somewhat unsteady hug. She may want to remind Luly to not squeeze quite so hard.
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