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As the apple connected with his back, Fiona had already hit the ground running, a slim arc, keeping herself in his blind spot. This was going to hurt if he caught her, and if he wasn't pissed at her smart mouth before, he would probably be pretty mad at her now. But, she couldn't think about that now, she'd be cutting it too close and she had to stay sharp. She cut her arc short, the coiled muscle in her thigh propelling her sideways. She slid low, her foot directed straight at his ankle. Her hands flew to her hips, holding down the jacket tied around her waist by the pockets.