Ellie had set up her tent and got in. Whatever was happening in the middle of camp wasn't her problem, or so she thought. She was ready to pass out now. Between the last time they camped and the all night walk, she was exhausted. She closed her eyes, quickly drifting off.
For a few minutes. Suddenly she felt a lot of something sticky sprayed on her blanket and hair and face. Her eyes snapped open, coming face to face with a Caterpie at the flap. Laughing erupted from outside as she sat up and tried to wipe it off. The dumbass was still standing outside when she got up, and there was some joke about her not getting a lot of sleep. Unfortunately, she had already beat him once. That meant she was superior. And that meant she could beat him again. All she had to do was make sure Max wasn't around, which he wasn't. Then she calmly put her knuckles back on. No rush, he was already waiting, eying her violently, probably thinking about 'putting her in her place'.
She went ahead and made the first move, running at him. When he moved to sidestep he threw her into the tree. Pain lanced up her chest. Fuck, that last one is still sore... When he tried to punch her she ducked and uppercut him. There was a nice crack, but he was still going, if only staggering back a little. When he tried to punch her again, she moved to the side and grabbed his arm, spinning him and then smashing her fist into his elbow. This time there was a louder crack, and Matt's eyes widened. He wouldn't cry out, but when she released him he took several steps away, glaring with murder and hatred. She couldn't resist. "Come at me again, I'll break the other one." She didn't really break it, she barely felt any give. It was only sprained, at worst cracked, but nothing he could complain to the Lieutenant about. He retreated to his buddies, boasting that he had "showed that ***** who was boss". She didn't care. She had to get the String Shot out of her jacket. She returned to her tent and took the jacket off, glad that she hadn't chosen to sleep in her tank top that night yet. Oh well, I'll deal with it in the morning... dammit... She stuffed the String Shot-ed things under her mattress.
