<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Omen</strong><br/>Private estate<br/>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Omen was still, nearly as frozen as the child, standing squared up with Alikama in a lazy stance. He had seen her pull the knife, smiling as she started to weild it herself. She had been historically gifted with a short blade. If she hadn't been stabbed in the leg, he might have been intimidated. Her first swipe came unexpectedly, but Omen was still able to adjust in time. He slammed his palms against her swinging forearm, and his left foot shifted position. Blocking her blow with both arms and a step in, Omen's left shoulder was facing her neck. His right hand gripped her slashing wrist, and his left hand formed a fist.<br/><br/>As quick as he could, and in step, Omen aimed the back of his fist at her left cheek. As he struck, he tried to jerk her body toward him with his other hand, it felt like he was about to hit her<em>very</em>hard.