Roll with the Punches

"You just have to roll with the punches sometimes, Hinode."

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Hinode gritted her teeth as she remembered the words Senna had told her on another occasion. What if she didn't want to roll with the punches? What if she wanted to dish them back twice as hard? What if the wanted to be the one rolling them out? A 'pop' was heard as the top on her water bottle shot off, finally giving in to the pressure.

Deep breaths. In. Out.

It was stupid, really, how angry she got sometimes, and she knew it. Lately it had been harder, more idiots seemed to be crawling out from their holes. And those stupid, stupid yellow scarves had been showing up again. At least she thought they were yellow. Or was it those blue squares? She couldn't tell, and it pissed her off.

In. Out. Slow and deep.

Hinode froze for a moment, her eyes locked onto a Domo doll in the window of a store. A wave of calm washed over her. 'So, so adorable!' She swooned. She checked how much money she had and started for the store before her clam was broken. A man smashed into her before shoving past, cursing as he went.

"Watch where the hell you're going!"

"What he hell did you just say?" A snarl ripped from her lips, her mellow had just been harshed. A fist flew out and hit right on target. She was going to roll with the punches alright.