[Thank god she's quick to recover. Even if the electricity hurt like hell, her muscles work, and she's able to dodge the swings that come her way. She might not be a trained fighter, but she's a trained dancer. She's graceful, even in pain, bouncing away from his fists, trying not to focus on his words.
Deep down, she knows it's all lies and distractions. Jim has never once made her feel guilty for the things she's experienced. He was quick to tell her her hands were clean, to support her as she dealt with her sentencing and the ghosts that came with that. But it's still Jim's body, no matter how feral it was acting, still Jim's voice, no matter how harsh and terrible his words were. It was still his thoughts and memories that fueled everything that came out of him, making her wonder what his real thoughts were. She never thought he was lying before-- her senses are sharp, usually her spider-senses would creep up if something was wrong, or she'd notice a flux in someone's heart rate or breathing, but Jim always felt genuine and trustworthy. Surely she wasn't wrong about him, but it wouldn't be the first time she misjudged someone she thought she could trust.]
You're making it really hard to want to help you right now! [She could pull her punches, sure, but she's trying really hard to not hurt him. That might end up being impossible, the way he was going. As erratic and aggressive as he was being, she's not sure she can stop him without force. Especially since her webslingers were completely busted. But she does the next best thing. When he launched another punch her way, she ducked, throwing her leg out to swipe at his. The intention was to knock him off balance, maybe even knock him down completely. It was still risky, on a catwalk, and without webbing to help in case of a slip and fall, but she had to do something.]
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Deep down, she knows it's all lies and distractions. Jim has never once made her feel guilty for the things she's experienced. He was quick to tell her her hands were clean, to support her as she dealt with her sentencing and the ghosts that came with that. But it's still Jim's body, no matter how feral it was acting, still Jim's voice, no matter how harsh and terrible his words were. It was still his thoughts and memories that fueled everything that came out of him, making her wonder what his real thoughts were. She never thought he was lying before-- her senses are sharp, usually her spider-senses would creep up if something was wrong, or she'd notice a flux in someone's heart rate or breathing, but Jim always felt genuine and trustworthy. Surely she wasn't wrong about him, but it wouldn't be the first time she misjudged someone she thought she could trust.]
You're making it really hard to want to help you right now! [She could pull her punches, sure, but she's trying really hard to not hurt him. That might end up being impossible, the way he was going. As erratic and aggressive as he was being, she's not sure she can stop him without force. Especially since her webslingers were completely busted. But she does the next best thing. When he launched another punch her way, she ducked, throwing her leg out to swipe at his. The intention was to knock him off balance, maybe even knock him down completely. It was still risky, on a catwalk, and without webbing to help in case of a slip and fall, but she had to do something.]