Chapter 37
She leaned back and blocked each slash, but she was cut on her arms. She gave no concern to it and kept fighting with a new determination. She had a vision of Dai Shihan watching and smiling at her success.
He paused his attack, wiping sweat and taking a breath. She charged him, punches and kicks flying. It startled him, and he dropped the knife. Akira got strikes in to low ribs and face, the last two being stiff fingers into his throat. He coughed, gasped, and held his throat, trying to get air. His eyes grewwide, and he ran off. She followed, and he got into a dirty and old white Plymouth van. She got the partial license plate of 864. She rushed inside to the older night clerk.
“Someone just tried to rape me. Give me the phone.” Her purse was somewhere outside.
The new clerk, she didn’t even know his name, grew a wide-eyed but concerned look and tossed the cordless phone to her.
Akira sucked for breaths. She couldn’t have fought much longer.