It felt good, the feel of fist meeting flesh, and she barely even noticed the pain that came with the impact. It was the first time since high school that she'd hit someone, and even then it hadn't been motivated by quite the same thing. Then it was done to prove a point, but now... now it was payback. Revenge, even - but one hit wasn't enough, not compared to what he'd done to her.
Hannah watched him with narrowed eyes, on guard just in case he decided to strike back. Oh, damn right he deserved it; that and so much more. "We can go back to not knowing each other? Don't you think I wanted to do that, you complete bastard? I tried to forget, I tried to pretend you never existed - but I remembered every time I looked in the fucking mirror!" She was yelling now, so far beyond the realm of reason and rationale. "I'm going to walk away from this and pretend I never knew you, don't worry; but first I'm going to make you remember. Bruises fade with time, like mine did, but once you look at them long enough you always see them even when they're not there."
Something inside her snapped then, and she lunged forward with the intent of leaving as many bruises behind as possible. She hit, kicked and clawed at every inch of skin she could reach, using all her energy to cause as much pain as possible. "How - does - it - feel?" she screamed between blows, her breathing becoming hitched as her anger began to simmer. That was when she remembered the mace in her back pocket, and it was with clear intent that she slipped her thumb under the cover, aimed for his eyes, and sprayed.