“God, you sound like a wanna be gang member, and I hate those. So why don’t you shut that pretty mouth of yours and bring it.” Sunset said with a sneer.
“Ugh, don’t even compare me to – fine!” It was the first time she had actually had to use this knife to defend herself, but Heather had the feeling if she didn’t Sunset would have thrown the first punch. And that would’ve sucked.
So she blindly swung the knife ahead of herself, hoping to cut the other, buy herself some time, and book it out of there.
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.
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