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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/5/2017 3:39:07 AM
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His free fist connected hard with her stomach as he struggled fiercely.
He pried against her one arm with both his legs as hard as he could in an attempt to free himself.
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The punch would bend her body so she was no longer standing straight, but instead of tugging back on the man's legs she allowed herself to be pulled closer towards him. As her sword was unobstructed, the woman was able to gently place her blade against the man's neck.
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As soon as he had realised he wasn't breaking free his hand moved to his belt. As soon as the sword touched his throat, he had a dagger touching her stomach.
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"Oh come on, who'd win in a fight, the person with a slit throat or the person with a stabbed stomach?" The woman asked rhetorically. She knew he knew the answer; or at least hoped. She was still standing, the man was pinned to the ground. Her blade was at his throat, his was at her stomach.
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"If I slit an artery, you'd bleed out within fifteen minutes." He pointed out, lowering his dagger.
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She rolled her eyes. "If I slit your throat, you'd be dead within ONE minute." She raised and sheathed her sword, and extended a hand to help the man up. "It was a good duel, though."
