Emilia's hand lashed out with lightning-fast reflexes, the dagger glinting dangerously as she lunged towards Santoro's hulking frame. The brute thug barely managed to sidestep the vicious onslaught, his meaty hands reaching out to wrap around Emilia's delicate neck.
"You're not getting away that easily, you son of a bitch," Emilia growled, her grip tightening on the blade as she deftly evaded Santoro's grasp.
In a fluid motion, Emilia's flexible frame darted to the side, her elbow connecting with a sickening crunch against the thug's exposed ribs. The impact reverberated, and Santoro let out a guttural roar of pain.
Seizing the advantage, Emilia rained a series of rapid-fire dagger strikes against Santoro's vulnerable joints - knees, elbows, and shoulders. The hulking thug staggered under the barrage, his massive frame shuddering with each impact.
"Argh!" Santoro bellowed, his face contorting with rage. "You cunning bitch!"
