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You let swing with your fist, as hard as you could, like you were going to cave in Yuliana’s chest, but your body snapped left of its own accord- your fist reached the end of its travel shorter than intended, your knuckles only slapping the breast rather than driving into it- and some icy cold spread across your hand, filling it with the feeling of pins and needles up to the wrist.
That same left side that had spun you without you willing it suddenly seared with pain. Your knife hand had been jerked aside- and Yuliana had slipped her knife under your arm and cut deep into the side of your chest on the withdrawal. You snapped back with a bark of fury and surprise more than anything, but it was a bad cut. A really bad one. You could already feel the hot slick running down your side. She’d sliced you open from rib to tit.
Though, you weren’t done yet, and both of you knew it. What the hell had happened, though? The flickers of blood gave you the last clue you needed, and you stepped back, trying to wipe off the blood on the blade, but when you gave it another glance, it was frosting over- the chill spread from the blade to your hand.
Yuliana was silent and determined, approaching slowly and confidently. With you recovering from being shot and the motorcycle crash on top of that, you’d been pretty battered already…
…But Hell didn’t raise a quitter, and your legs weren’t broke yet. If you went down, you were going to make it bloody and bitter as you could.
You just had to figure out how the hell you were going to beat this bitch. Sorcery, or whatever it was, you remembered dimly being told about it but Richter had never said how to <span class="mu-i">beat</span> it- or if there was even a way to. All you could think was, if she could move you around however she wanted, then she should just tug you off your feet instead of messing with your knife…
>If she wanted your knife so bad, she could have it. It wasn’t weighted well for throwing, and didn’t have a point- but it’d be the last thing she expected.
>Use both hands on the knife. If physical strength still mattered, then you could at least keep control while you dove right in- and didn’t care how much you got cut.
>The one thing you had a lot of right now was blood- and if you were being generous, then Yuliana could get some too. Right in her eyes.
>Other?
