[All this broken glass, ugh. Kaede doesn't nod or say anything in the affirmative (there was no time for that), only spun on her heel as the strongman practically tore the splintered remains of the counter off of him like irritating and fragile paper. He didn't need any further excuses to shift his attention to Kaede, as she was right in the way. He charged, with a shrieking howl more animal than human. In the distance, more shrieks seemed to answer it.
Great. They'd have company if they didn't end this quickly.
One good thing about being short was how much other things had to punch down at you. A problem if you were grappling, since the greater reach made things complicated.
But Kaede wasn't interested in grappling. She had a knife.
She ducked under the strongman's fist this time, obsidian knife flicking out from her undamaged sleeve. She didn't go for the ribs or torso; too many blade-chipping bones to avoid. No, she stepped right in close, easily in reach of his arms—and sank the dagger right into the strongman's throat. His arms had started to curl inwards, but lost their strength as the knife split his neck from ear to ear in a horrid mockery of a smile. Dark blood sprayed from the wound, splattering Kaede's arm and front of her uniform.
Really, who decided white was a good uniform color.
At least the strongman wasn't being an um, opponent now. Just an obstacle.
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Great. They'd have company if they didn't end this quickly.
One good thing about being short was how much other things had to punch down at you. A problem if you were grappling, since the greater reach made things complicated.
But Kaede wasn't interested in grappling. She had a knife.
She ducked under the strongman's fist this time, obsidian knife flicking out from her undamaged sleeve. She didn't go for the ribs or torso; too many blade-chipping bones to avoid. No, she stepped right in close, easily in reach of his arms—and sank the dagger right into the strongman's throat. His arms had started to curl inwards, but lost their strength as the knife split his neck from ear to ear in a horrid mockery of a smile. Dark blood sprayed from the wound, splattering Kaede's arm and front of her uniform.
Really, who decided white was a good uniform color.
At least the strongman wasn't being an um, opponent now. Just an obstacle.
Thanks, brutal pragmatism.]