Fall - Bane hit

 The ground shook as Fall heard a building get pulverized, maybe 20 yards… that way. No, that way? These damn buildings bounced sound around like a theater stage. Come to think of it, she hadn't gotten a good look at them yet. The inside of the building she'd taken as temporary shelter was extremely sparse, with nothing but a few steel stools to sit on and some tarps laid around, occasionally flecked with chrome paint. A metal ladder led up to the second floor, but she doubted there was much else up there to see. These buildings had more in common with shipping crates than with apartments.

(...)

Despite the injury, though, Bane was hardly hindered. His left hand clamped down on the ladder, and his right swung wide. Fall saw it coming in time to note that his fist was bigger than her upper body, and then she blacked out.

Fall recovered moments later, finding at the end of a deep ditch about 50 yards away from the crumbled building, with Fall-shaped holes in a building in front of her suggesting she'd gone through a few extra walls on her trip. Her ribs felt like they'd cracked (or more likely shattered), and her face was a mess of blood from her broken nose and swelling eyes. Given that she probably should have died from a punch like that, she'd take it. Fall heard the thudding of approaching feet, but with her vision swimming, she didn't bother trying to find him. He'd find her first, and that wasn't going to go this well for her twice.

When Bane made it over to where he'd launched Fall, all he saw was the remnants of her impact. Blood soaked the red earth, but outside of the actual landing site, the colors were too similar to track her by it, especially with how his vision swam with pain and rage.

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FreestyleKneepad, Round 1a