Carl jerked and pulled, snarling with maliscious pleasure as her legs slowly parted. She surprised him with her strength and he found it harder than he'd expected. Then, shocking him even further, she suddenly wrenched, twisted, and kicked, leaving him no time to react. He felt her feet collide with one of his knees. As he was squatted beside her, the impact was painful, but did no damage. He was twisted on the spot by the impact of her kick and grunted in pain. Losing his balance, he tipped to the side, landing on the knee she'd just kicked. His hand shot out at once, aiming a back-handed slap to the side of her face with a closed hand, knuckles intended to strike first.<br/><br/>"Bitch!" he screamed, eyes full of hate.