There's no getting out of the way of the hit when it comes. Not that she would have tried unless this was a real fight or a spar. Rosita's been calm but tense throughout their entire conversation. Carver is one of hers in a way the rogue understands in ways the defy words and explanation, and she came here to make that - and her displeasure about the entire conversation she saw on the finder - known.
It hurts, but Amelia's had far worse. People twice her size have tried to break her in half, for example. A punch across the face hurts, and will leave a bruise for a few days, but makeup can cover the later and the soreness will pass. What doesn't pass is the few gathering bystanders who gasp and start to shout about what's just happened. Dominants fighting in the streets? Striking one another without provocation? Someone call the SIN guards to break it up!
Calmly, Amelia raises a hand and pushes it down slowly through the air. She looks to those around them who are gawking and smiles warmly. Her voice is calm but authoritative when she speaks, as someone used to getting exactly as she wants always sounds in escalating situations. "An aired grievance, and the last one we'll exchange. Be on your way."
Most of the crowd drops it immediately, and the few who don't leave right away head off once they're stared down for long enough. When the last have retreated, Amelia rubs at her jaw then smirks at the other woman.
"A clean hit." One that sends a clear message and doesn't require a response. "Anything else to add before we go our separate ways?"
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It hurts, but Amelia's had far worse. People twice her size have tried to break her in half, for example. A punch across the face hurts, and will leave a bruise for a few days, but makeup can cover the later and the soreness will pass. What doesn't pass is the few gathering bystanders who gasp and start to shout about what's just happened. Dominants fighting in the streets? Striking one another without provocation? Someone call the SIN guards to break it up!
Calmly, Amelia raises a hand and pushes it down slowly through the air. She looks to those around them who are gawking and smiles warmly. Her voice is calm but authoritative when she speaks, as someone used to getting exactly as she wants always sounds in escalating situations. "An aired grievance, and the last one we'll exchange. Be on your way."
Most of the crowd drops it immediately, and the few who don't leave right away head off once they're stared down for long enough. When the last have retreated, Amelia rubs at her jaw then smirks at the other woman.
"A clean hit." One that sends a clear message and doesn't require a response. "Anything else to add before we go our separate ways?"