#flexinknuckles

        “ Don’t apologize. “ 

     She knew he hadn’t meant to punch HER. She’s already run into a few of the unsavory people in these ruins she was exploring. She let her guard down for a second, perhaps a second too long, and turns the corner. Only to feel a sharp powerful force collide with her stomach. A split second to realize it was a fist, a large one with spikes on it, before she was sent hurtling upwards and slammed hard into the caverns rocky ceiling. Despite being punched so hard she went flying--? She’s not mad at him. Had she noticed him she would have been preparing her dagger or a club also just out of precaution. Shakily, from where she’s laying facedown in front of him, she presses palms to the ground. Pushing herself up on her knees as an arm wraps around her midsection. A faint whistle escaping her.