Being on the floor gave Melinda use of her legs, though, which held a lot more power than her arms. She defended from his blows as best she could, bringing her head up hard into his chest again, until she could get a leg up between him and land a blow that was half kick, half push on his stomach. With all the strength in her leg she pretty much launched him off of her and across the room, not pursuing just yet, but pushing herself up on her hands so she'd be ready if he did. She stared at him, still showing nothing but rage, breathing hard. She realized that it had probably been about a minute and a half since she'd walked in.