Crawwwwling innnn my skiiiin

June tenses as that all too familiar jolt runs through her. Fallout.

She tries to stop, her body seemingly not listening to her commands, dominated by an absolute and incontestable urge. Her invisibility fades, revealing her armored form, and so has her armored helm, revealing her face.

She crosses the distance towards Nora in several casual steps. As the other blond turns, June's armored fist flies at Nora's face. She should be shocked. Appalled. She really should. She follows Nora's fall, pushing her to the ground, straddling her. She pulls her fist back.

The fallout is done before the second blow lands, but her fist is already moving. She could try to stop it, redirect it somewhere else. But she doesn't want to. She silently continues, the strike landing true to Nora's face.

It feels good. It feels so good to just let it go.

Pulling her fist back, she brings it down again. And again. She's so angry. At Valery for being so fucking condescending. At Sonya for hurting Ana. At Ana for being so dumb. At Isabelle. At XBC for ruining her life. At the Old Man for fucking loving her so much. At her parent's for leaving her. She's so angry. And just letting it go feels so good.

It feels so good to hurt someone.

She's smiling as she continues to pummel Nora. She should be horrified, mortified. This is so wrong. Nora did nothing wrong. She didn't deserve this.

June didn't care.