[Clarissa scrambles to sit up, positioning herself on top of Silver's abdomen with her legs either side of him. Her fingers still knotted into the fabric of his collar she presses down on his neck — not enough to stop him breathing, but enough to possibly be rather uncomfortable, as well as make damn sure Silver stays pinned where he is. She glowers down as him, breathing heavily and her eyes wild, and for the first time she's displaying that real Rocket cruelty that makes her a part of Silver's father's team more than any single-letter insignia ever could.]
You...you've some nerve attacking someone who's at that big a disadvantage!
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You...you've some nerve attacking someone who's at that big a disadvantage!