[ she brings her arms up to block the blow, which ends up cracking the stick she's been using in half and bending her wrist with just enough force to sprain it. she shouts in pain (or tries to, she can feel the force of the scream as it leaves her throat but still can't hear anything) and lunges out of the way, pain shooting through her wrist again as she uses her hands to brace her fall.
with her good hand, she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a butterfly knife - it's not her sai, but it travels easier for times such as this, when she wouldn't expect to need those. ]
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with her good hand, she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a butterfly knife - it's not her sai, but it travels easier for times such as this, when she wouldn't expect to need those. ]