Rodney tried to block. Tried to dodge. Tried so desperately to make himself move, only to find that he lacked the strength to do so. He was exhausted and his body hurt. There was no way for him to avoid her attack, that much was certain, and blocking would only prolong the inevitable. So, closing his eyes he steeled himself for what was to come. Waiting for the fall of her boot, the fracturing of his skull, the spilling of his blood, and the inky embrace of unconsciousness.