She attacked again, but rather than try to block the attack, he dropped to one knee just before she reached him, ducking out of the way. In one swift motion, he jabbed the hilt of his knife into her stomach, hoping to at least knock the wind out of her, or to at least drive home the point that he could have very easily hit her with the blade. "I suggest you rethink your method of entertainment," he said calmly, pushing himself to his feet. "I might not be so generous next time." Fuck, but his arm hurt. He'd had worse, true, but getting injured hadn't been on his list of things to do today.