It connected and knocked the wind out of her, forcing her to bend forward, but Melinda didn't slow or stop. She put a hand on the counter for balance and shoved herself forward, headbutting him hard in the chest. She stood sharply then, hoping to catch him in the chin, and swung her fist toward the injured side of his face again, teeth grit, still absolutely silent, nothing but rage on her face. Her foot hurt now from landing on his hard knee, but she was ignoring it. It felt good to throw a punch.