[ No counter attack is attempted, if only because she's so genuinely surprised that she doesn't know if she wants to. Instead, Marduk gets his wish of a silent Apollo as she sits there, gingerly tapping the point where he had hit her and tonguing around her mouth to check for anything else. There's nothing, but she's spread the blood around enough that her saliva will be tinted pink now.

And then finally, she's looking back at Marduk. Her initial anger had passed as quickly as it had come - it was more an instinctual reaction than anything else - and now she was just fucking bewildered. And maybe - maybe - even a little bit impressed. ]

Uh yeah, you could say that but hey fuck you, ow, [ She poked herself a little too hard then. ] Holy shit Duckling, you ain't got a totally bad fuckin' arm there, fuck. Taken worse but damn, not bad for a magic fucker I guess.