A few feet ahead of her, a middle aged man, as thick as a bear, hovered over her with a crossbow;
"Go on, hand where I can see them. . .NO SUDDEN MOVEMENTS."
Angel, smiling under her mask, quietly complied. As she rose to her feet, lifting up her arms, the veil came fumbling down. And she watched with delight as surprise lit up the man's face;
"I'll be damned. . .A GIRL?" his crossbow lowered; "What you doin-"
A moment was all Angel needed.
Quicker than the naked eye could follow, she sprang forward, bouncing on the balls of the sole of her feet, sprinting from side to side in a zig-zag motion, keeping out of reach of his weapon.
The man couldn't keep up.
Angel slipped out a short blade, slid under him, and in two quick movements, stabbed the flesh between the joints of both his knees. The man came tumbling down as fresh blood spurted out in a fountain of red.
