Continued from here.
"Dammit, Natalie!" Lance grunted, rubbing the spot where she'd hit him.
The next thing he knew, her dark head slammed into his face in a head-butt that broke his nose. Blood gushed, splattering the front of his already greasy t-shirt. He yanked the hem out of his jeans and held it to his nose staunch the flow. He glared at her over the material. She only folded her arms in a pose of smug self-satisfaction.
"Don't be such a baby," Natalie admonished. "Knowing you, a little thing like a broken nose won't last very long."
She was right. Within minutes, the throbbing pain subsided to an annoying tingle as his body healed. He winced as the bones shifted back into place. Lance sniffed experimentally and wiped away the residual blood with the front of his shirt, now hopelessly ruined. He glared at Natalie again.