But Sunset saw the swing coming from a mile away. It was sloppy, wild and didn’t have any real threat behind it. Moving quickly, she grabbed the girls wrist with her left hand and swatted the knife out her hand with her right with an open palmed blow to her hand, before throwing a hard right uppercut into her stomach.
“No-!” Heather watched helplessly as the only weapon she brought went flying, and her hand seized up before she felt something similar to a block of concrete ramming into her stomach.
“O-Ow..!!” She bent over, trying desperately to release herself from Sunset’s grip.
Sunset held on like a vice as she sent another hand flying into the girls cheek, before letting go of her wrist. “Not so tough now, are you?”