[She doesn't use her magic, doesn't fight like a monster. She's too angry for that. She just wrestles them to the ground, and the second they're down her fists start flying.
She punches them as hard as she can, which is pretty strong for a child of her size, but still a child's strength. They've suffered worse. As she keeps punching, the lack of resistance, the memory of her adult self, and sheer exhaustion with the world sap her will, slowly. Soon enough, she's just lightly brushing knuckles against them until she just gives up completely, laying on top of them in a haphazard tangle.
She doesn't say anything more. She just lays there.
Her own adult self said it best. Revenge won't bring anybody back.]
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She punches them as hard as she can, which is pretty strong for a child of her size, but still a child's strength. They've suffered worse. As she keeps punching, the lack of resistance, the memory of her adult self, and sheer exhaustion with the world sap her will, slowly. Soon enough, she's just lightly brushing knuckles against them until she just gives up completely, laying on top of them in a haphazard tangle.
She doesn't say anything more. She just lays there.
Her own adult self said it best. Revenge won't bring anybody back.]