Starter for @classeact.
The thing about the boss was that she was always only a brief moment away from violence at any given time and really without any given indication. For example, one moment, she could be standing there smiling at someone (potentially thinking of their immolation) and the next, her fist could be sailing through the air, the full force of her shoulder into the movement before knuckles connect with the bones of the face. She was a decent boxer, although she much preferred to fight with weapons. Numerous scrapes in her youth had necessitated such a skill set, and the boss had done well before being canonized into the Saints. It was her straight right that one had to be wary of-- a direct hit out of nowhere that could easily render its target horizontal and unconscious.
Once the hit had connected, her arm followed through, drawing most of her body weight with it. She straightened up, knuckles temporarily numb from the impact (even with her gloves, they would ache later, and she looked forward to it). She straightened her jacket, arms up in case there was a reprisal. "Stay down."