"The bigger they are, the harder they fall” is one of the truest statements Pigeon had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
It only took a final, well-placed blow to knock the larger man, already unbalanced due to a painful kick in the groin she had administered just seconds ago, down. There was a satisfying smack as he made contact with the ground, and she saw his head bang against the hard concrete.
He was out, she knew, but there was no fucking way he was getting off that easy. Without hesitation, she stomped down hard on his hand, bones cracking beneath her boot, and then spat on him. “That was for grabbing me. And that,” She snarled, following up with a kick to his stomach, “was for splitting my fucking lip.”
And then she backed away, eyeing the unconscious body before letting herself relax, leaning against one of the walls of the alleyway. A hand went up to touch the huge bruise that was undoubtedly forming on her right check, and she wiped away some of the blood dripping from her nose. At least he didn’t break it.
