Zandra stood looking at the bigger guy who she had stabbed in the armpit. She wiped the blood from her nose, waiting for the bigger guy to move. She was starting to think she would have to go first, but the man lunged at her. Zandra backed up and dropped to her knees, she held out her arms, both hands gripping the dagger and the man ran into the blade. He let out a strangled cry and fell to the side. Zandra stood and looked at Scoot, "How was that?" She said and then wiped the blood on the fallen mans pant leg.