It's not the first time Venus has lost an arm in a fight, and Venus will probably reflect later that it's a little fucked up to respond by thinking well at least she didn't rip the damn thing off rather than with panic as her elbow collapses backwards. But she isn't focusing on the pain or even on protecting herself from that blow, instead throwing a hand like claws to Molotov's one eye and biting Molotov's bicep as they fall.

When they break apart again, Venus doesn't bother to pretend her arm isn't limp and unresponsive, crooked inside the flesh and weight like a battery inside an old sock. She doesn't give a break for any longer than it takes to get a single long breath into her lungs.