[ She'll give this much to March: he makes contact, and it's reasonably solid. She can almost feel the crunch of knuckle against bone like it's her own fist.
Unfortunately for March, lunging for Mal has put him at just the right height for Wynonna to reach down, curve her fingers almost tenderly around his head, and bring him in to meet her rising knee. It gets him right in the jaw, and he crumples into the snow, out cold.
For a long moment she looks at him, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, before she pushes out an exasperated sigh through her nose. ]
They look so peaceful when they're sleeping, don't they?
[ Half-turning, she offers Mal a hand up, bracing herself against his weight in case he takes her up on it. ]
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Unfortunately for March, lunging for Mal has put him at just the right height for Wynonna to reach down, curve her fingers almost tenderly around his head, and bring him in to meet her rising knee. It gets him right in the jaw, and he crumples into the snow, out cold.
For a long moment she looks at him, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, before she pushes out an exasperated sigh through her nose. ]
They look so peaceful when they're sleeping, don't they?
[ Half-turning, she offers Mal a hand up, bracing herself against his weight in case he takes her up on it. ]
What the hell happened?