“Honestly, I didn’t kick his ass. He got some of my people, he thrashed me, I got a piece of him.”
He bruised you, while you reduced him to a shambling headless mess.
Well, more shambling than usual.
“No,” Lisa said, her voice quiet. She couldn’t really move one corner of her mouth when talking, so her words came out slightly slurred.
The one who mainly uses her power to verbally manipulate people and who would’ve won Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award many times by now if she’d been a witch, gets the injury that slurs her speech and
mars her smile.
I think Jack did that on purpose.
I saw her work her tongue in her mouth and then take a sip of water, wincing. Brian had updated me: the cut had probably damaged one or more of her salivary glands, and she’d have dry mouth until it healed.
That sounds very uncomfortable.
Maybe forever. The really scary part was that she might have suffered some nerve damage as well. How much of that half-frown was because of the direction of the cut and the way the stitches pulled, and how much was because her nerves were damaged enough that her face was drooping?
In that case she might never be able to properly smile again, even if the scar itself heals.