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Lace clenched her finger joints, tightening them around her opponent's throat. She could feel the soft flesh give way to her, unyielding and vulnerable. It sent a rush down her spine and for a moment the cheers that flooded the stadium were reduced to a low buzz as, in her mind, the sand pit was reduced to a vision back alleys of Nexus and Rhargn was only another of the guys that thought her nothing but a woman who shouldn't be flexing her muscles like another man.
She struggled to set her knees on either side of his torso, tightening them around him, trying to pin him against the floor where he couldn't do much but wriggle and flail at her. But Lace had not set eyes on the dagger sheathed as his side, had only had eyes for the mace he had wielded, or maybe she would have better prepared as he reached around for it and jammed it into her left shoulder blade...the center being too much of a reach with Lace on top of him, her body arched and rigid.
Lace's eyes widened, her mouth parting as she merely grunted, the blade shoved in to her shoulder, the tip scraping against bone. She jerked back instinctively, her hands loosening their hold. Rhargn's fist grazed the side of her throat with enough impact to jar her backwards and set her to gasping. Seething, had fallen onto her backside, brown eyes glaring murder at him. She was breathing hard and heavy and her body shuddered as she fought through the pain of the dagger in her shoulder. She struggled to reach for the hilt, but failing to do so, she surged forward, body hunched down low, to wrap her arms around the man's waist, her head to bury itself against her chest, and shove him down to the ground with the full force of her body weight.
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