"Gotcha." he said, grinning. He's about to gloat when he sees the hood comes down, and the blond hair frames her face.
"Mia?!" he says, his eyes going wide. Her knees hit his stomach then, knocking the wind out of him and falls off of her, and onto the ground. The armor takes the edge off the blow, but he's going to have a couple of knee-shaped bruises to along with all the other scars and bruises on his body.
He stares at her for a moment, holding his gut.
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