...oh, she knows. She did it on purpose, didn't she? Felix is not someone accustomed to thinking with his nethers; this is not a strategy he's ever had to consider countering before. The flush in his face deepens slightly with the embarrassment of realizing how easily she played him, but he catches the pink in her cheeks too, and takes it as a bit of consolation; either she's embarrassed at having done it, or she's affected by him as well. He's satisfied with either.
Still, the fight's not over, and now that he's aware of what she's doing, he ought to be able to better ignore it. (...maybe. Turns out, the Adrestian Emperor shoving her leg between a man's thighs is pretty hard to ignore. But he's fought through worse distractions before. He can handle a little...incidental fondling.)
The headbutt doesn't go exactly as planned, but it still stops her in her tracks. Felix is already shifting his weight to follow up on it when he's suddenly flooded with pain so intense he hardly registers what happens at first, even as he cries out and practically collapses against her.
...of course, after a second it's excruciatingly obvious what happened, but that doesn't make it any better. Unless she bothers to catch him, he lurches forward onto his knees in the wet sand and tries not to vomit.
Belatedly, he realizes the fight still isn't over, although it soon will be if he doesn't do something about it. The best he can manage is to stagger halfway to his feet and lunge at her knees in a last-ditch attempt to knock her over.
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Still, the fight's not over, and now that he's aware of what she's doing, he ought to be able to better ignore it. (...maybe. Turns out, the Adrestian Emperor shoving her leg between a man's thighs is pretty hard to ignore. But he's fought through worse distractions before. He can handle a little...incidental fondling.)
The headbutt doesn't go exactly as planned, but it still stops her in her tracks. Felix is already shifting his weight to follow up on it when he's suddenly flooded with pain so intense he hardly registers what happens at first, even as he cries out and practically collapses against her.
...of course, after a second it's excruciatingly obvious what happened, but that doesn't make it any better. Unless she bothers to catch him, he lurches forward onto his knees in the wet sand and tries not to vomit.
Belatedly, he realizes the fight still isn't over, although it soon will be if he doesn't do something about it. The best he can manage is to stagger halfway to his feet and lunge at her knees in a last-ditch attempt to knock her over.