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"Don't move, dearie. Wouldn't want to injure that pretty neck. Yet." She shuddered. The way he spoke made her feel unclean. Focusing on breathing, she calmed down, remembered her training. There were several methods for hand against weapon combat.

Three. "Hey look. I caught myself a little kitten." This lead to more raucous laughter.

Two. "Let me use her first. You always break your little toys" His grip on the knife slackened.

One. With a quick grasp and twist she threw the assailant over her shoulder. The rest blinked, startled. She took up a fighting stance.

"One more time, stop."