Re: Second level - edges of the dance floor
She caught the tension and intent of his movement before he ever reached for the remaining blade, and she cursed herself for a fool in forgetting the second weapon. She knew better. The concern ebbed from surprise at her lapse, to something different. Mainly, reaching the weapon before he did. She realized the danger in attempting to disarm him, angered as he was, but it only heightened her senses and obliterated whatever sense remained. That blade would be hers, her take for the night, the twin set and victory on her tongue.
She grabbed for the other knife when he threw his weight against her, and she let herself fall a few steps back. It suited her to use the momentum he gave her, and her fingers closed on the second blade as they moved away from the dancers. "I win, little boy," she said, taunting, using her words in an effort to make him sloppy, ensuring she could take her prize.