Flung against the wall, Salla tucks in instinctively and absorbs the worst of the blow on her padded back, rather than let any limbs get mangled by the force of the blow. That didn't help the line of burning soreness across her ribs- she didn't think any of those were broken, but she couldn't tell for sure yet- but it did mitigate the amount of pain she was in. Watching the monster face off with the other woman, she takes a few precious seconds to refill her lungs with fresh air, feeling nothing but contempt and anger at her own failure to even scratch it. Not a scratch, and here she was in a heap on the ground. Pathetic... Salla stayed down, building up a head of rage at her own uselessness.