Hal had taken a few good hits in his day, sometimes by foes, and others by women of interest. If he had expected anything but a hit, she may have landed her attack, but the approach had been obvious and he was braced to deflect. He leaned back, avoiding the hit by a few inches, and caught her wrist in his hand. It was a firm grasp, but one she could pull away from with effort.
"Allow me to show you something much more effective than a right hook, Lady Legs." His free arm moved around her waist and he drew her in for a fiery kiss.