their gap in skill level is obvious as he comes at her. relentless and unforgiving, as he is want to be.
it's a woefully one-sided affair. she has barely any breathing room to react, let alone retaliate.
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her hand grips his wrist tight, holding the knife steady as her knee comes up to kick hard between his legs.
the message was loud and clear and the kind usually reserved for his more irresponsible counterpart.
the blade nicks her jaw as she pulls his arm up above her head.
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only a fool believes theyโve won a fight before itโs even over.
but mirage had been foolish, lately. not a cold, calculated mercenary but a foolish girl, lashing out for feelings she knows better than to have.
itโs his fault, anyway.
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he could have ended this nine hundred meters ago but he knows sheโs soft; intimately so.
not like him.
she slowly reaches to grab the knife tucked in her boot. for emergencies only, really but she wasnโt about to roll over and show her belly so easily.
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youโve noticed .แฃ these hands can wring oneโs neck , pull the trigger , slice throat with knife . . perfect hands .