{AN: My own comments back will be scattered, so I apologize in advance! D:}
Sal knew the fake out was coming - he'd seen quite a few people of Asgard pull it in their own styles. Nevertheless, he allowed her to slap out the whip and snap it through the air. Expecting it, he didn't drop the knife, even with weapon struck his arm, burning and screaming against the leather of his clothes.
When she was finished, he darted forward, blocking any attempt Eileen would have made to escape and he brought his hand to her throat.
"Impressive. I like it when they fight back. Makes them just a little more endearing to me." Sal dragged his knife across her face, but didn't press deep enough for it to bleed. "Drop the whip, princess. I'll give you points for effort, but you're done here."