They said the best defense is a crazy and unpredictable offense. Or at least that’s how Baram remembered it from training. She was sprinting toward the incoming hostiles, building momentum as she wailed, “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu Fhtagn!”.
The Rook assassins paused, conflicted and confused, watching a half-naked Asian girl run toward them. The one with a ponytail swung her blade, cutting through empty air as Baram launched herself over her. Leg outstretched, high heels weaponized, whooshing half an inch in front of the red-heads face and forcing her to stumble backward.
Like a choreographed dance Baram flowed from one move to the next.
She dropped in between her opponents, arms firmly locking down the pony-tailed woman’s upper body before throwing her hard over the shoulder using the downward momentum of her landing.
The bewildered flight hostess suddenly found herself upside down. Lacey legs swinging wide. Her scream was interrupted by the hard impact of her back against the deck. Her weapon tumbled out of her hand.
The pair of Rook assassins had lost the initiative. The little advantage they had, disrupted by Baram’s unorthodox push. Or perhaps… they never stood a chance.
(To be continued.)