C: Impact

Rafaela almost blocked the blow that lifted her from the floor, but her instincts kicked in, and she rolled with it instead. The landing still hurt, and the force smacked her into the far wall before it was spent.

Maybe it was foolish, but she glared at the man who had just kicked her as though he were something much larger than even his massive frame appeared to be, as she rose to her feet. Her hand rose to flick the blood that she coughed away, before she was even fully aware of it.

Frederick glared back at her, as though she should know very well why he had just attacked. Neither of them moved, as though waiting for some kind of signal.