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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dora grunted as all the sudden she had him somehow how her crossed arms. She had a flicker of gratitude as she didn't smash into his knees, however, as she really hadn't been looking forward to that. She flipped her hands up in acknowledgement that he had her to rights in this one.

She went ahead and simply flopped back onto the roof, knees still bent under her, not really caring as she focussed on her breathing. "Good match. That was brilliant," she told him genuinely, looking up at him from the ground and not caring. She'd held her own enough she was proud. "And healing would probably be good. I'm not really sure what's wrong with me yet." She would have to look herself over; she could, distantly, feel hurts, but her mind still wasn't terribly connected to them.

She smirked at him. "My own charm. A particularly virulent type of poison ivy. Itches like fuck, don't it?" She rolled onto her stomach and carefully stretched her legs straight, not really keen on rolling back and looking at the damage. "I think this is going to hurt tomorrow."