[Richie, who hadn't brought along his baseball bat for this, squints up at Andy. How hard could it be, he reasons. Sure, she's in good shape, and sure she's immortal, but Pennywise was an evil immortal clown monster and Richie still knocked him on the head with a baseball bat, and he was trying to kill them. Andy's just trying to make him better at hitting shit.
Richie cracks his knuckles, like a tough guy, then charges forward with a shriek, putting all his momentum into swinging his fist at her stomach. It's probably immediately obvious that if this kid ever won a fight, he had a lot of backup, or the people he was fighting were worse than he is—he's sloppy, and as fast as he is he has no real idea of how to use that to his advantage.]
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Richie cracks his knuckles, like a tough guy, then charges forward with a shriek, putting all his momentum into swinging his fist at her stomach. It's probably immediately obvious that if this kid ever won a fight, he had a lot of backup, or the people he was fighting were worse than he is—he's sloppy, and as fast as he is he has no real idea of how to use that to his advantage.]