He protected his hand - but only just, and the slice across his bicep stung like a bitch. Motherfucker, her aim wasn't bad, either. He glared at her from across the room. All right, time for plan B.
He moved fast, when he wanted to. People never expected it of him, with his height and build. He was across the room in a blink, and they grappled, going down hard, him on top. He attempted to get a slice across her neck - one cut, and they'd be finished - but she blocked his hand quite effectively, and the card sliced fairly harmlessly across her collarbone before he nearly lost his grip on it thanks to the injury she had already gifted him with. He brought his knee down on her stomach, attempting to knock the wind out of her.