[The headwound's already healed where it's pressed against the floor. But she lets the act play out — is deathly still, without so much as a flutter of her eyelashes. A long pause of breath, nothing allowed to jar the scene, and she holds it a beat longer, lets him get close. Close enough to have no room to really combat her in melee.
Then she lashes out with a foot, knocking his arms and the phase upward before rolling to her knee—
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Then she lashes out with a foot, knocking his arms and the phase upward before rolling to her knee—
Then she plunges both fistfuls of claw into him.]