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With each movement and tensing of her arm muscles, Lace could feel the weapon lodged into the flesh of her shoulder. Her body hunched to charge him, her shoulder had contracted around the metal and it felt as if it were freshly tearing at her, ripping pain through her system. But she grit her teeth and focused on the man in front of her, her wild eyes tracing his movements. She saw him bunch up and begin to roll to the side and she staggered to a halt, even bounced back a few steps. Her breath was ragged but for a moment she simply stood there and stared at him, her body tense with the anticipation of an attack.
His weapon was not exactly close, but not all that far...perhaps twenty feet away, close also to the shortsword that Lace had brought into the arena with her. She followed his gaze even as her hand fumbled for the hilt of the dagger protruding from her shoulder. This time her hand closed over it and she jerked it free, her teeth clenching as she grunted with the pain. But she remained standing, though her body shook and she was clearly hurting. Then she lunged at him, the dagger flailing in front of her as she swung it right to left towards his midsection.
ooc: Not so long as I'd like, but...eh!
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