Torn

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I kick the third attacker in the stomach again. This time I catch him in the solar plexus. I can see his eyes roll into his head as the wind is knocked from him. He’ll be down for the count.

I still can’t shake free from the vice-like grip the first attacker has my arm in. He has his entire body weight behind the shoulder lock, and I can feel it tearing at the joint. I am distracted by the foot long knife blade whipping towards me by the second attacker to be able to disengage.  Continue reading