"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!" he shouted while stroking his forehead, which had just been hit hard by Abigail's forehead. He could see fresh blood now flowing from the corner of her forehead and slowly trickling down her cheek. "BWAHAHA, you try to hit me, but in the end, you hurt yourself!?"
This girl was hard to get; it made him impatient to act gently before her.
"I won't be nice to you now, Abigail!" Kian raised his hand once more to grab her neck.
However, before Kian's hand touched Abigail's neck, she grabbed his wrist firmly and twisted it with her strength in a quick and light movement. Her legs moved beautifully—faster and with full power—pushing Kian's large body against the wall.
Her hands still gripped Kian's wrist tightly and pinned it behind his back. His face was pressed against the hard wall.