BELA

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BELA

Bollocks. This guy was good but she was better. She'd clipped his temple with her foot and he was still standing. He lunged toward her again. She ducked his arm is it came around to grab her. She dropped down to a crouch position and pulled a knife she had wedged in her boot. She swept her leg under his and knocked him on the floor. She pounced on top of him, her knife inches away from his neck. Her knee was painfully digging into his ribs; she hoped it was painful for him as well. He winced and she smiled.

"What the hell?" Bela said, slightly out of breath, standing, keeping her boot on the man's throat, "What do you want from me?"

He forced out a chuckle, "That is none of your business." Perplexed by his answer she was off guard for a quarter of a second, which he took note of and yanked her foot out from under her. Bela fell in slow motion, hit her head on the asphalt and blacked out.

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