Betty couldn't help the cry of pain that split out of her mouth like shattered glass, just as she felt something in her arm snap and god that fucking hurt. She knew what Sam was, she'd been a fool to put herself in this position, she'd sparred with Leon a dozen times and even though he always held back it still ended up hurting like hell. This? Was so much worse. Then she was hit in the abdomen and she shouted again, cursing a string of swear words as she felt her stomach give.
Breathing hard through the pain, she blinked up at Sam, anger and remorse surging through her in a way that eventually just made her plain angry. Angry at everything, that it had all come down to this, and Betty had this awful feeling in the pit of her gut that she was about to lose everything. "You're a lot fucking smarter than this Sam, don't insult me by acting like your side hasn't been killing people too!" Betty managed to wheeze out.
In desperation, she swung her free arm out and her fist connected with the side of Sam's face. She had to lean forward to do so, the strain on her arm was too much, and she knew she was still in as vulnerable position as she had been before.