It stings. It hurts. But a blow to the face doesn't hurt as badly as her pride would if she's surrendered to him. Still, she isn't looking forward to the welts which will soon take root, nor to the disapproving, superior stupidity which follows her around in the forms of Leo and Cal.

Satisfied that he's gotten his hit in, Felicity at last lets herself take action. The second strike is dodged –– a lucky trick on her part, but she's glad for it. The momentum of her shoulders shifting and dodging his hit might be enough to dislodge Dave a little.... if she's lucky. If she could just throw him off slightly, she's sure she could turn the tables on him.