Baram was refilling the bathing kit in the shower when the glint of a blade caught her eye in the reflection of the mirror. The blonde came at her from behind with a punch dagger, a straight thrust aimed at her lower back.
Baram spun around in time, intercepting the attacking arm and redirecting its full momentum using the blonde’s shoulder as a pivot. The private bathroom was tight. Without space to maneuver Baram chose to close the distance instead for extreme close quarters combat.
She cranked the blonde’s weapon arm backwards forcing her to lean in to mitigate the pain, just as Baram swung to one side, her hips tilting into a vertical angle to bring her knee up in an arc.
Having taken a direct hit to the face, the blonde screamed out in pain - “Bitch!” Eyes welling up in tears and feet shuffling out of balance. Heels clicking and clacking as she did so as her brain tried to find its bearings.
“Not nice!” Baram yelled back as she twisted the arm further back, forcing the punch dagger out of the blonde’s hand and launching a second knee strike into her head.
The audible thwack of the impact was quickly followed by another painful squeal as the blonde’s neck and spine arched backward with such violence that the front of her dress popped open to reveal her perky little breasts.
“Stealth.” Quipped Visage in a digitalized monotone devoid of emotion, but Baram’s heart sank regardless. Her cover had been blown and now she was trapped with a bunch of Rook Company assassins… thirty thousand feet over the ocean.
(To be continued.)
ratman
2022-10-08 08:25:11 +0000 UTC