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And then no surprise he comes barreling at her for more. As if he can afford to blow out a couple hips at his age. She wondered what it would take. HOPE and LESS went for him. As  she did his hands found the space needed to get at her face and …seriously. He went and pulled that move? Once again she was in the dark like Cubby was known to put her in for entirely different and rather twisted reasons. Of course, this hardly had the same effect on her. But she was familiar with it enough that she could shake it off and use the force within her which was strong. Visual field gone would just take a little adjusting to. Lights were now out and she stumbled around before gaining her footing once again.

“That isn’t going to gain you any leverage if you are grabbing what isn’t yours and poking school girls in the eyes.” She growled at her missing her shot to get her hands on him. It was still early in the fight. She could bounce back. Anyone that knew her counted on her to do just that. "May just need to relieve you of your other leg."

She couldn't see him coming or where he was going to land but she certainly was ready for the distance between them to close up. Once it did and he face planted into her chest she took full advantage of the opportunity to strike while she could. HOPE and LESS came together quickly with the force of the jaws of life trying to extract the living from a metal tomb. Her hands delivered a bone crushing impact that had the sounds of more pops and snaps giving way beneath her fists. She let that work for him while she stepped back regaining her distance needed to prepare for his next move. Blind but hardly defeated she was feeling things were balancing out rather nicely so far.

"You seem to have trouble finding your way out of my tits." She clearly appeared to be blind as her head moved just enough to the side so she could draw in the air and the clues around her. He would be a fool to think this was slowing her down. His leg and ribs were just the beginning. "Let's try this again, shall we?" Her fingers wiggled as if she was no where close to lacking patience that went with certain defeat.

The clasp of his hands had her head flooded with the nightmare she thought had been worked out of her system, nearly forgotten but it appears that was not the case. The shots rang out all over again, the scents of the night came to mind and the sound of a voice she had not heard in so long came to her head. The crowd around her roared in disappointment but it was no match for the one between her ears cursing her for what she was. He had no place there anymore. She would not accept the words, the condemnation, the pain it could deliver if it took up residence.

Instead anger started and she countered. She struck out with the spin of her body that had the violent force centering in her foot as it connected with the side of his head. The impact left a tingle working up from her toes to her hip as she landed. It was another crack that confirmed she made good use of her move.

"Be careful. There is more where that came from." Just as she finished her warning taunt a splat of something soft and juicy hit her in the head. Was that a tomato? "Who the **** threw that?" She called out ready to add them to her list of *** to kick.

Sometimes one of the sense being gone meant the others strengthened. Dominique had to only hope. She was banking on it in fact. The follow up to her round house should have been epic. A back and spine snapping pile driver to the floor perhaps. What did come was anything short of a bizarre version of Drunken Monkey Kung Fu that truly had no true place in her move to hit him. Especially when he was applying his own, which she could not see. If she had she would have been torn between putting him out of his misery or laughing her *** off. Either way neither of them managed to connect with the other. If only the same could be said for the crowd growing volatile around them. Tomatoes were quickly upgraded to oranges. Just when she decided to give up on her wobbly and gross motor movements that had her resembling a chimp that just climbed out a barrel of one hundred and twenty proof bootlegged liquor a hard piece of metal hit her.

"Now we are getting somewhere!" She wasted not time going after it. It had to be a weapon. She could shoot a fly off the side of a barn from eighty yards with her eyes closed. Okay, so maybe not quite that but pretty damn close. "Pretty sure that isn't from one of your fans." She pointed out as she took what she discovered in her hands. She knew what it was all too well.