The blow took her by the shoulder, an elbow sinking into her side. It wasn’t sore, exactly, the female didn’t have enough weight behind her for that, but it was enough of a surprise that it sent Meriwa crashing face first to the floor.
She only just managed to get her hands between her and the floor and save herself from losing a few of her strange, flat teeth. However, what air was in her lungs rushed out of her, squeezed out like her chest was a balloon being pressed in a vice.
Meriwa snarled in her mother tongue, breath fogging up the floor under her face. Highlighting a boot print that hadn’t previously been visible. If she hadn’t been so focused on not looking at that ridiculous male, this wouldn’t have happened.
A well-made face shouldn’t be enough for her to lower her guard. No
