[ Maybe in all those nights he's spent thinking - agonizing - over this again and again this scenario occurred to him once or twice. That by the time he got close enough to see the spark again he'd be too late. Too slow.
Blocking that first strike feels like moving in slow motion. He twists a little and aims instead at using the forward motion to throw him. Pin him. Get that knife out of his hand. ]
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Blocking that first strike feels like moving in slow motion. He twists a little and aims instead at using the forward motion to throw him. Pin him. Get that knife out of his hand. ]