The hit caught her in the gut, but instead of making her shy away, that kind of pain was what spurred Wrath on. She let out a huff of air, but it was followed by another wicked grin. Then she advanced, flailing limbs and ripping nails. She could hit hard too, but she liked going wildcat sometimes.
As she did so, she turned up her influence more, working on his self-loathing as she scratched at his face.