And recoil Coop did. He had not prepared himself for such a dirty move, and, as the pain coursed through his body, his hold on the wiley woman loosened. As he doubled over, he groaned out a much more colorful curse. "Fuck!" By happenchance, his most colorful curses remained distinctly Australian; he scarcely spoke the words, and because he rarely listened to the way others said them, they were still pronounced almost as though he had never left home. "Bloody hell, lady!"
He was beginning to think he was going to have to bring a net in here to capture her...before she hurt herself or anybody else.