[ Fenris sees stars. His head throbs from the force of Hawke's rock-hard forehead (unsurprising, he thinks dimly, somewhere in the back of his unbidden mind), and he's momentarily stunned. It's more than enough time for her to knock him down, but he has no intention of handing over the advantage. As soon as his back slams into the ground, he's kicking up at her stomach, hard, with the sharp, bony edge of his knee. He snarls, digging his nails into her arms, his circuitry flashing.
He's got a lean frame and a wiry body, but his corded muscles belie his strength. He grunts as he grabs for her waist, intending to throw her off and over his body, to crush her to the pavement just as she's done to him. ]
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He's got a lean frame and a wiry body, but his corded muscles belie his strength. He grunts as he grabs for her waist, intending to throw her off and over his body, to crush her to the pavement just as she's done to him. ]