indiana torres is a woman known for
her lack of control over her instincts,
so when suddenly there’s a face two
inches from her own encased in
smoke, she follows those instincts.
and throws her fist at his face,
immediately stumbling back. distance
was key after all. “ –the fuck? “
he flinches, sure, but delsin is going to
be the last to back down. reaching to
shield his face, he tries to put on his best
woman-calming skills; because, you know,
they worked so well with fetch.
“ hey, hey! fists of fury- how about we n o t
go all bruce lee on my face, yeah? “