The bitch was smiling. He could get at any vital points, but damn if he didn't get a swipe off across her cheek, opening a gash deep enough that it would certainly scar without medical attention - not that she was going to have time to get that, since she was going to die here.
He wrestled her down, pushed his arm against her windpipe, sneered at her. It would be easy now; she wouldn't be able to breathe, taking her down would be...
His ribs gave a painful twinge - Faram damn it, not all the way healed yet - and his hold faltered.