"Pfft. I just did you a favor; now you know who you're dealing with." Saturday grins. "Next time, you're gonna beat me. Longer legs - "

What she intends to say next is lost in a wash of pain. She doubles over, gasping, as a burning hand grabs her spine and shakes.

"Fuck."

It lasts a good ten seconds. Saturday is very tough; Planker has an idea of what she can take. By the time he's done, she's down on one knee and one fist, because she refuses to kneel.