[ it connects, it knocks her forward and the breath right out of her chest. but she'll still get up, annoying enough, using the fork to right herself as she spits back. ]

Thou'rt wrong! And thee know it too -- one should not suffer just because another does, it is only by extending a hand we are able to move forward!

[ to change, to better the city they live in; "i am sorry none held a hand to thee, if that is the case; i wish i could have, as futile thee may think it to have been."

blood begets blood, angela had said, and it's the only thing the city knows to do. don quixote won't attack again. better to focus on striking when she can and dodging when she can't, against the already impossibly experienced "grade nine". ]