Some of the wounds that Cathleen got wouldn't stop bleeding, and she didn't have time to inspect how deep the cut on her leg was.
These invaders fought like they were trained well. She was brought back to the times she had ever sparred with Dave - she rarely ever won those fights.
The one benefit of having a knife thrown at her was that she now had a weapon. She took down her first opponent within a few moves and snatched herself a second knife from his hand. Soon enough, she was taking on the next wave of contenders easier.
"Hey, kiddos! Our comrades are here!"
Never did Cathleen remember feeling such relief upon seeing the arrival of the remaining survivors from the hideout. She didn't bother to question how they had found them, focusing instead on avoiding the striking jabs of the man she was currently fighting.
