But—
It's a pity.
A trace of helplessness swept through her heart as Flossie Wright drew the two folding military knives hanging at her waist, left and right. With a deft flip of her hands, the blades snapped open, and she gripped the handles firmly.
"Bitch!"
Upon realizing Flossie Wright's gender, the sniper felt as if he had suffered a great humiliation, and he cursed furiously.
Flossie paid no mind to his profanity. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and let a faint smile play at her lips, brazenly crooking her index finger at him.
It was a sign for him to come at her!
"Yah—"
With a loud shout, the sniper charged at her, wielding his machete and military knife with an overwhelming ferocity.
Flossie smoothly reversed her hold on the folding knife and met him head-on without losing her composure.
Physical strength was not her forte.
Martial arts was where she excelled!
