She saw the sidestep, anticipated it almost. Liz was so slow. Her moves were almost backwards. She let it hit. A line of green appeared. But it was a trick; for Venus it was barely a scratch.
Meanwhile, using the momentum of her arms swinging backwards from her charging at Liz, she jumped backwards into Liz just as Liz's swing had finished, thrusting the hand with the bitcher knife upwards towards Liz's very close - and very un-protected - flesh.
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She saw the sidestep, anticipated it almost. Liz was so slow. Her moves were almost backwards. She let it hit. A line of green appeared. But it was a trick; for Venus it was barely a scratch.
Meanwhile, using the momentum of her arms swinging backwards from her charging at Liz, she jumped backwards into Liz just as Liz's swing had finished, thrusting the hand with the bitcher knife upwards towards Liz's very close - and very un-protected - flesh.