Rib shot

She made her descent, hooks finding more purchase, until she found a branch thick and sturdy enough to catch her body weight.

She swung forward, backward, and then lifted the hooks free, performing one flip in the air before landing square on two feet, hooks out to the side.

I hit her a second later, literal flying kick to ribs. She bounced off of a tree before collapsing to the ground. I winced at the pain in my arm, as the impact from the vibration traveled through my body to the injury.

I flew to her side and checked her vitals. The plastic was melting into black ooze, breastplate included. I heard and felt her cough and saw her whole-body flinch in reaction.

"Ribs?" I asked, as I put my hand to her bodysuit-covered collarbone and felt the already wheezy vibration of her breath. She nodded, tight. I asked, "Do you have any fight left in you?"

She shook her head.

- Pitch 6.2