Carl jerked his hand away from  her nails, maintaining his hold on her hair, deliberately jerking her head to the side. He never turned back as he did this, keeping up a brisk pace up hill through the forest. She had yet to stand up, so when he got sick of dragging her, he turned, picked her up by the hair and slapped her in the face with the back of his hand. The blow was hard, driven by his anger and frustration, and it felt good. It felt really good. He hadn't expected that.<br/><br/>Without thinking, he swung again. This time with a fist, driven at her ribs. After a few more swings, he was panting with exhileration. He'd found a way to make her pay for the pain she'd caused him. Without a thought for her state, he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and continued his climb.