81 SHE HAS A PRETTY BIG MOUTH!
BRIA
Before I got a chance of contemplating my options, I heard the door lock clicking. I held my breath in anticipation. There were two options. Either the person walking through that door would be my friend or… my mortal enemy, who would not hesitate to launch an attack knowing his partner had failed in accomplishing their mission.
And my instincts told me that the first possibility had a 0.01% probability. Before the door opened completely, I picked up the knife that had fallen from my hand. The moment I grabbed the knife, I saw black heavy shoes filling up my line of vision.
I didn't get a chance to look up at their faces, and I didn't need to because, after thirteen attacks, I knew it was useless. Those morons never show their faces.
I caught the leg that came in my way at a lightning speed in one hand and thrust the knife into his calf to draw a scream. Letting go of him without wasting another second on him, I stood up and ducked to my left.