occ: Srry Oz, but i had soem work backup that demand to be finish.
"I don't think I know you..." the man said. Good...they came to him.
"Hmm..." the woman smirk at the man and lick her blood lips. "maybe we should get to know each other..."
The man swept out his crossbow pistol in a blink, swung around, and pulled the trigger.
Bsshh!The woman was already moving, the 70 mm steel bolt flying past her head. She side stepped, than shot forward towards the man, her hand pulling out a silver dagger from under her cloak. Her eyes glare with the thirst for blood...
Left with no time to reload, the man flung away his pistol and flung his sword sheath out. He was too slow, and the dagger evaded his guard and hit him hard in the chest.
"DIIEEE!!!!" The woman pushed the dagger forward, the blade begging to eat flesh...but it got known. The woman realized this, her dagger had not puncture through the man's chest.
"
Shit that was close...." The man grab the assailant's hand with his left hand and thrust it away, his other moving to deliver a blow to her stomach.
The woman twisted her abdomen, and the palm fist glanced off the fabric of her cloth. She swung her free arm at the man's face...elbowing him hard in the chin.
The man fell backwards and landed on the ground. The woman instinctively lunged at her downed opponent. The man caught her dagger arm just in time, the blade stopped a mere two centimeters from his neck. The woman was on top of him, her face screaming with the need for blood. Her face was so close to his, that he could feel her heavy breath. They look eye to eye with each other.
"Grrhhh..." He struggles to hold back the blade, but the woman was putting her entire weight down on it.
"Are..you..scare..?" the woman asked, her voice shaking from her struggle. The woman clutched down on the handle with her other hand........her dagger now exerting down with the strength of two hands. The blade dropped down several points.
The man was shaking, sweat droplets ran down his face. He lifted other hand and attempt to twist the blade away, but the woman's grip was solid. She was strong too. His wrist threaten to break and his muscles strained with tension. It was like holding back a hydraulic press.
The woman grin at him, aware of the man's dire situation. "You...are....good....as......
dead."