[The gritted teeth are as much of a warning as his movement, and Éowyn still has a hand free. It comes up instinctively to ward off his blow, and as she rolls back away from his elbow (probably pulling his hair more than a bit in the process - it's not her aim, but she's not actively trying to avoid it, either), she jerks her leg against the back of his knee, to try and knock him down.]
[This need not be violent, she tells herself, but if she's being honest, she wants it to be. There's plenty to be angry at in her situation, and it feels cathartic to let it out on someone, especially when that someone is an unrepentant ass. A light sparks in her grey eyes, a kind of savage joy. He's not going to make this easy.]
[Good.]
Do not over-flatter yourself. There are few enough of us here to remember.
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[This need not be violent, she tells herself, but if she's being honest, she wants it to be. There's plenty to be angry at in her situation, and it feels cathartic to let it out on someone, especially when that someone is an unrepentant ass. A light sparks in her grey eyes, a kind of savage joy. He's not going to make this easy.]
[Good.]
Do not over-flatter yourself. There are few enough of us here to remember.