[ The sick bastard took joy in it. Rey couldn't stop herself. She charged him then, shoving roughly at the plate of his armor. He was too heavy to knock back in it, of course, and she was too small. In fact, pain lanced through her shoulder as she did it. She'd hurt herself more and accomplished nothing.
It didn't help. But she raised her fists again and pounded them on his breastplate and yelled like a feral thing and waited for the release of catharsis that never came. Damn him. Damn him and his Redcloaks and the King. Damn all of them. She'd never felt anything for the nobility before — they meant nothing to her, never interacted with her, barely even affected her life.
Until Ren, at least.
He should have just killed her. Maybe that was what she was really doing, ignoring the pain in her shoulder to attack him uselessly. She could provoke him this way. She'd seen his temper. ]
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It didn't help. But she raised her fists again and pounded them on his breastplate and yelled like a feral thing and waited for the release of catharsis that never came. Damn him. Damn him and his Redcloaks and the King. Damn all of them. She'd never felt anything for the nobility before — they meant nothing to her, never interacted with her, barely even affected her life.
Until Ren, at least.
He should have just killed her. Maybe that was what she was really doing, ignoring the pain in her shoulder to attack him uselessly. She could provoke him this way. She'd seen his temper. ]