[Can she fight? Even shocked and wounded, Bethan bristles at the question.]
Thanks for the advice. [Her voice is thick with sarcasm.] Never would've thought of that.
[When it comes to technique, she's a lot less elegant than Angela. Less of a warrior, and - despite her relatively skinny frame - more of a brawler. With one hand over the bleeding wound in her side, she launches herself full-force at one of the remaining attackers, headbutting him in the face hard enough that his nose lets out an undeniable crunch. Now it's the men who are off-balance, and Bethan, fuelled by a rush of anger at having her skills called into question, makes short work of her opponent - a knee in the groin, an elbow in the throat, and he's down, groaning through the bloody mash of his nose.]
[Bethan stumbles back, breathing heavily, and stoops to pick up the knife, eyes on the remaining attacker.]
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Thanks for the advice. [Her voice is thick with sarcasm.] Never would've thought of that.
[When it comes to technique, she's a lot less elegant than Angela. Less of a warrior, and - despite her relatively skinny frame - more of a brawler. With one hand over the bleeding wound in her side, she launches herself full-force at one of the remaining attackers, headbutting him in the face hard enough that his nose lets out an undeniable crunch. Now it's the men who are off-balance, and Bethan, fuelled by a rush of anger at having her skills called into question, makes short work of her opponent - a knee in the groin, an elbow in the throat, and he's down, groaning through the bloody mash of his nose.]
[Bethan stumbles back, breathing heavily, and stoops to pick up the knife, eyes on the remaining attacker.]
Don't talk down to me, okay?