[ She may be stuck in a slow, weak, defenseless body, but she hasn't lost her reflexes. As soon as she sees him begin to move, she strikes out with the dagger. It's not exactly hard, with it already pressed up against him, but she's a little frustrated to feel it catching on a rib. Her own claws wouldn't have that problem. Damn.
And that's about the last thought she has time for before she's suddenly tossed back by his punch, landing on her side and immediately curled over. Holy crap, things don't hurt this bad when she's a dragon. She looks up at him with a silent snarl, fingers curled as if she had her claws, but isn't quite up to moving yet. ]
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And that's about the last thought she has time for before she's suddenly tossed back by his punch, landing on her side and immediately curled over. Holy crap, things don't hurt this bad when she's a dragon. She looks up at him with a silent snarl, fingers curled as if she had her claws, but isn't quite up to moving yet. ]