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withsecrets (withsecrets) wrote in thereincarnates,

When the woman - the assassin - managed to dodge the trident, Ben could have cursed if that wouldn't have been a waste of breath. Without that element of surprise on his side, things were going to get that much more difficult. Not to mention that he wasn't wearing the arm-cuff that could have the trident soaring back into his waiting hand with just the push of a button. There were several weapons hidden around the room, but getting to them would be difficult. Still, he'd rather that then doing the deed with his bare hands.

His eyes zeroed in on the flask she pulled out of her pocket. Acid. It had to be. It would probably harm him enough for her to get the upper hand, if it didn't kill him on contact. He had to get the flask away from her, and fast. Unfortunately for Ben, the girl was quick on her feet and had managed to slip behind him, kicking the back of his knees with a strength that someone that small shouldn't possess. Ben didn't waste time trying to stay upright. Instead, he moved with the fall, tucking into a quick roll that sent him across the room and away from his attacker. He slid his hand under the ratty old armchair and came up with a boning knife - long, slender, and too sharp for it to have ever been used for kitchen purposes.

Scrambling to get upright as quickly as he could, he planted his feet firmly against the floor and half-launched himself back across the room, aiming his blade for the hand that clutched the supposed-acid in the hopes that he could get her to drop it. Worrying about that while also trying to deliver a death blow could end in disaster. Better to take care of one thing at a time.