<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">He watched her as she came close to him, keeping an eye on her knife. It matched the one he had thrown away earlier, and he knew it had to be coated in poison. Since he couldn’t afford to take a hit from it, as he had no idea what kind of poison it was she used on them, he had to block each of the attacks. He blocked them all with his left hand knife, pain ringing through his arm with each strike, though each one was closer than the last. When the final strike came at him he kicked out at her knee with his foot, looking to either force her back or hit with enough force to break it, he didn’t care which.</span>