Sal never had time to respond, nor did she really care to, when Flauros lifted her up by the throat. She could tell immediately where his fingers would leave bruises, but it was a split-second realization before she went sailing.
Slamming against the wall and rolling to the floor, she watched him walk over and didn't move as he proceeded to punch her. Four punches in, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his fist back. "Hey..." she spat out through gritted teeth, blood running down from her nostrils. "...mind swinging somewhere else now?"