Jo takes it. Hard and straight.

Not to the face, the butt slams her shoulder turning fast.

She knows what to expect. In one second she went from irritant to deadly threat. And one within a foots distance. She has to catch herself on a rail, pain spasming through her arm, down her side, her spine.

But her nose isn't broken. And neither is her jaw.

And if she wants to compliment that Rachel didn't morph;
She gasps through pain, gritting her teeth, "You lose."