Date: 2006-06-27 09:36 pm (UTC)
Goldy's reflexes are lagging behind her consciousness. In fact, they are still being utilized in some fantastic dreamland dragon hunt. She yelps as the swiping fist connects with her cheek bone.

This is Miho. It's not a delicate blow.

Her head jolts back and she claps a hand to her face, eyes watering and wide with shock. She's awake now. And hurt. She grapples herself into a sitting position, looking suitably distressed.
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