"Stop the drama, pipsqueak. You're still alive. In fact, you're barely even hurting. I held back."
"Held back?! My head almost snapped clean off my neck! My brain rattled! I saw my ancestors holding a 'Welcome Home' banner!" she wailed, pointing an accusing finger at him with great talent for dramatics.
"You'll live," he said with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. "But thanks for confirming it hit hard enough to knock wisdom into you. Now… What happens after I open all my twelve meridians?"
She huffed, pouted, and shuffled on the ground to face him fully, still shielding her forehead with one sleeve like it was a wound through which she could bleed out. "Ugh! I told you to aim for eight meridians, Uncle."
"Another order of Heaven-Smiting Finger coming right up."
