Brute Force

120

I twisted and thrashed to escape the blade.

I had to get to the pistol.

The blade dug in again. I squirmed and it gouged its way out. I half turned and saw it raised once more.

That blade was my whole world now. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and wrenched it towards my face. I twisted it until the back of his hand was against my mouth. I opened my teeth and bit into taut skin and tendon.

He screamed as he pulled his other hand free and hammered his fist on the back of my neck.

I butted him with the back of my head, again and again, yelling like a madman. I found a bit of extra strength and jerked both my hands clockwise. There was a crack as his wrist snapped.

The blade dropped free.

I let go of his wrist and it flapped like a broken wing. I grabbed the blade and punched hard into the back of his neck, and pulled.

There was a gush of air and a wobbling, rasping sound from the hole in his windpipe.