Everything hurt, but Alice just kept coming like a freight train. A crazed, sprightly, and heavy handed freight train from hell, but a freight train nonetheless.
He lifts his right hand, his hammer, and blocks her next hit, but she just aims a punch at his stomach. He knows he could knock her out with one carefully aimed punch, but he’d never hurt his Alice; physically, emotionally, existentially – not at all.
She brings her arm up around him, and he’s surprised when she flips him onto his back (though nothing much surprises him with Alice anymore; he’s learned to expect the unexpected and a fire breathing dragon – to go with it).
“Ow,” he says when she places one dainty foot (and if she knew that he’d thought that, she would probably do much worse) on his sore chest.
“Aw come on; it was just one fight. Man up, Hatter,” she says, but she’s smiling, and he’s not sure why.
“But it hurts,” he says, and he’s whining just a little bit. She extends an arm and helps him to his feet.
“I guess I’ll just have to make a man out of you,” she says with a laugh, and he’s confused but he follows her to the showers anyway. He likes these communal shower things.