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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rich couldn't help but wince mentally as Dora did a skidding knee drop onto the roof. That's going to leave a mark, he said to himself.

When your enemy attacks, be elsewhere, Sun Tsu had said. While he didn't think her move was as much attack as desperation, that was still a sound principal. He'd already shifted his weight to his left leg and started to raise his right foot in preparation for the throw he'd planned. It was only a slight redirection of movement to step where her arms crossed and hop off his planted left leg as she slid through where he had been standing.

Still letting Dora do most of the work, and knowing both her knife and wand would be pinned for an instant he let her body catch his left toe, used her momentum to start his rotation as he threw a front flip with a half twist off her crossed arms. It was a pretty move, close and tight, landing on his toes and dropping to his knees behind her as Pandora slid to a stop. It would have been good for at least a 9.5 unless the Russian judge skunked the scoring.

He let all the magic he'd been holding ready ease off and pressed the tip of his index finger to the base of her skull. "Oops," he said quietly. "Want to talk about it after I've done some healing? And what is this damned itchy thing you threw at me?"