She groaned as she felt the next kick coming towards her abdomen, with a force that could have kicked her guts out. Rolling away, her vision obstructed, she couldn't even see what was happening in front of her, but she could feel the person's attacks getting more and more fierce.
Instinctively, she reached for the Swiss army knife strapped to her thigh, but as her hand touched the handle, she froze. This scene... was too familiar! It was just like the day she had gone to settle the score with her scarred enemy. She had been kicked hard on the ground, and in self-defense, she had drawn her knife and attacked him with three swift strokes, ultimately ending his life.
The same scene, the same moves, forced her to use the same tactics again! Cold sweat broke out on her back, and her brain worked at lightning speed. Her rational mind took over, and she suddenly let go of the knife handle, taking the full force of the next kick.
