Flauros didn't waste any time, and before Sal knew it, her head was snapping back, her neck cracking under the swift weight of the blow. And she did stumble, but only because those damned heels tilted out under her feet. Grabbing hold of the back of the nearest chair, Sal chuckled.
"Come on, Old Spice!" She goaded, trying to rile him up more. "You hit like my mother, and she's in a coma!"