She felt, more than heard, the crunch as his foot connected with her face. She supposed she deserved it after she'd punched him in the face earlier.

"Summch," she mumbled, clutching her hands to her face as the gush of hot blood spewed forth, muffling what she'd meant to say, which was 'son of a bitch'.

Was her nose broken? She didn't really want to know and it wasn't like it could be helped right now.