Tim had never once thought she didn't have the skills and experience to deliver on her threats. He also understood -or liked to think he understood- that those skills were fueled by an unfathomable rage. The last bit alone made her dangerous.
What he had always kept under his hat was the depth of his own training. It was far and beyond what the Marshal Service offered and had been honed in two wars. Additionally, well hidden under his hat was the pressure of his own anger. Raylan would have been pulling his punches. Tim knew exactly how to hit for maximum pain, disabling without leaving broken bones. This meant he countered full force.
She wanted pain? He would oblige.
He didn't yell or make any noise whatsoever as he shifted his center of gravity in preparation to harness the power of her momentum into him. He didn't try to evade or redirect her charge, the way a gentleman would have. His hands reached for her shoulders, not to stop her but to encourage her momentum forward and down, into the knee he brought up, aimed squarely for her solar plexus.
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What he had always kept under his hat was the depth of his own training. It was far and beyond what the Marshal Service offered and had been honed in two wars. Additionally, well hidden under his hat was the pressure of his own anger. Raylan would have been pulling his punches. Tim knew exactly how to hit for maximum pain, disabling without leaving broken bones. This meant he countered full force.
She wanted pain? He would oblige.
He didn't yell or make any noise whatsoever as he shifted his center of gravity in preparation to harness the power of her momentum into him. He didn't try to evade or redirect her charge, the way a gentleman would have. His hands reached for her shoulders, not to stop her but to encourage her momentum forward and down, into the knee he brought up, aimed squarely for her solar plexus.