"Just look after yourself and don't worry," Giovanna mutters offhandedly to the poor green man on the floor without really looking at him, as she advances again, her voice taking on an increasingly odd, brightly-brittle tone. "I can handle this Thing. Even if I haven't got a very good singing voice."
As he tries to stand up straighter from crashing into the wall, that will be Gio's boot coming down hard on his shin.
She'll be watching for any offensive move he tries to make as a charged up hand goes for him again. She promised she'd be careful, after all.
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