[She should have been paying closer attention to her surroundings, should have noticed someone watching. But as with all battles, no matter how small, it had gone too fast for her to focus on anything but the weapon aimed for her throat.
By the time she registers that someone else is here and has, to her great dismay, walked right into the scene of the crime, it's too late to stop him and the man she shoved into the wall is staggering to his feet, knife still in his hand.
Cursing under her breath, she bobs left as he swings for her again, clumsy with the aftershocks of being pushed so hard into a brick wall, and it's easy enough to knock the blade from his hand. The Amazon slams the flat of her hand into the side of his head, and he crumples. He won't die from it, might not even have a concussion, but at least he's out of the way for now.
It isn't until she steps past the threshold of the store that she realizes--maybe he doesn't need her help. He's got the two other thugs in hand, and even she's a little impressed with the tone of menace in his voice. Still, she closes the distance between herself and the others in a few long strides, cocking an eyebrow at the clearly terrified burglars. Her voice, by contrast, is mild, her words lilting and slightly accented.]
He sounds like he means it. If I were you, I'd drop my weapons and scatter while you have the chance.
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By the time she registers that someone else is here and has, to her great dismay, walked right into the scene of the crime, it's too late to stop him and the man she shoved into the wall is staggering to his feet, knife still in his hand.
Cursing under her breath, she bobs left as he swings for her again, clumsy with the aftershocks of being pushed so hard into a brick wall, and it's easy enough to knock the blade from his hand. The Amazon slams the flat of her hand into the side of his head, and he crumples. He won't die from it, might not even have a concussion, but at least he's out of the way for now.
It isn't until she steps past the threshold of the store that she realizes--maybe he doesn't need her help. He's got the two other thugs in hand, and even she's a little impressed with the tone of menace in his voice. Still, she closes the distance between herself and the others in a few long strides, cocking an eyebrow at the clearly terrified burglars. Her voice, by contrast, is mild, her words lilting and slightly accented.]
He sounds like he means it. If I were you, I'd drop my weapons and scatter while you have the chance.