"UNGH!"
I watch as the steel folding chair comes down quick at my head, and I just manage to raise my hands up to block it. Still, despite my palms taking the brunt of the impact, the flat steel of her chair manages to SLAM into my head, making me see stars. Or, bees.
I let out a groan and collapse onto my knees in a daze, wavering a bit as the whole room seems to be spinning on an angle. Ugh, gawd. I forgot how hard the kid could swing that chair.. I shake my head to clear it of the cobwebs and glare hotly at the lil' crazy cutie.
Just then, I see Red. No, not in the metaphorical "I'm so angry right now I'm seeing 'red'" sense. But I actually see the masked man they call Red sneak up behind Sadie to SMACK her in the back with his OWN steel chair!
"Hey!" I growl, watching as Sadie stumbles from the chairshot. "She's MINE."
Furrowing my brow, I notice Red holding the chair up partially in front of his face. I lick my lips, and hop up onto my feet, leap into the air, and execute a quick, smooth, Randy Orton-perfect dropkick right into the flat steel of the chair! Hopefully, that'll cause the chair to bounce back, and SMACK into Red's face.