She let out a small, involuntarily shriek when he cut her cheek, now sneering at him furiously, more and more anger building up in her chest. That was good, anger was good, she reminded herself. Anger and desire for revenge could make you do a lot of things.
Which would come in handy now, as she felt his arm against her throat, no doubt trying to suffocate her - smart move, she'll give him that. Gasping for air, she closed her eyes in hopes of being able to concentrate on her anger towards him better, to give her strength. He was undeniable strong, she definitely needed that extra strength. But before she could even begin to attempt to push him off her, something unexpected happened - his hold on her throat loosened and she took that golden opportunity without even thinking about it.
Immediately, her elbow collided with his stomach and with a smirk, she brought her legs up, swiftly kicking him in the groin. She wasn't a man so she couldn't know, but she was told that hurt like hell. And well, that was the whole point. Rolling him off of her, she left him no time to do anything, moving quickly to climb on top of him, her weapon pressed against his throat in a millisecond. Ah, there, there, mister. Gotcha.
She grinned. Here it is, the moment she's been waiting for. The cuts on her face and collarbone didn't matter, she didn't feel them anymore as she stared down at Cian Wilde with a satisfied expression. Victory was indeed sweet.
"Well. Any last words?" She couldn't resist taunting him. Teasingly, she ran a finger down his cheek, chuckling to herself. "How about you tell me how it feels to be defeated by a girl?"