Yylfordt hadn't anticipated Apache's interception. Her fist landed in his face, and it hurt. For a little girl she punched like running into a brick wall.

He yelped, and backed up, holding his hands over his mouth and nose, which now hurt so much they were weirdly numb. The shock overtook his anger, for the time being.

"The fuck was that for?" He asked, from behind his hands, staring at Apache.