Well. That's too bad, huh?
The impact tore a ghastly noise from Chiquita's opened mouth, spinning her around. She had enough left in her to counter as she staggered to maintain balance, slicing through Clarice's shirt into her lower ribs. Chiquita struggled to get a foot under her, stood with a hand on her throat, gasping for breath, furiously angry. She held her shank up again but made no move toward Clarice, paralyzed by her injury.
Clarice's shoulder erupted in fire, feeling like someone had impaled her arm on a lit blowtorch, deep-frying the tissue. The pain spread quickly, all the way to her finger tips and up into her cheek and scalp, pulling every available nerve-ending into the firestorm, a nuclear tail on a pissed off meteor. Clarice gasped but could hardly stand to suck in a br
