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She limited the force behind the whack, since this was merely a spar and not a real fight. Towhee didn't want to do actual damage! Despite this restraint, the impact sent Wraen recoiling with a yelp the mercenary couldn't hear. There was a jolt of triumph at striking her target so squarely, though almost immediately, she sensed something really wrong and soon the concern and guilt overwhelmed any pleasure.

"Wraen, are you okay?" Towhee queried, tentatively sniffing closer and guessing, "Ah shit, did I get you in the eye?" She gulped, feeling like a world class asshole. "Can I take a look? Or maybe I should call for Sugar? Sorry," she added, her tone flat but her face remorseful.