She let out a scream like the last screech of a cornered animal and braced herself for impact. He was bigger than she was, stronger, faster, and a more skilled fighter. He would slaughter her, no doubt. But she wasn't going to go out without a fight. She was made of sterner stuff than that.

As her voice echoed off the fog and enveloped them, she got a decent hold on her knife and held it just as Jet had taught her to. As he collided with her, held fast to the knife and let him take her down to the ground.