She braced for it and tackled back, the tackles negating each other, stunning both of them. Trisha noticed her shoulder sagged lower than it should. "Man, you're strong enough to dislocate my arm from a simple tackle." She said, running into a wall with said shoulder, she hissing in pain as she felt it reconnect. More painful to put it in then pulling it out.<br/><br/>"Thank you." The girl said, nodding her thanks and walked out.