The blade getting stuck in the wall came as no surprise to Lorena. The room was small, definitely not fit for her to swing around her dagger without slicing up some piece of furniture, but Lorena wouldn't have had it any other way. The sight of the pirate lunging in thrilled her to no end. It got her blood racing and her heart pounding. And that expression on his face! He thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks he's got an opening. And he was coming straight for Lorena.

Lorena didn't bother pulling the blade from the wall this time. She chucked the black box in her fist. This box wasn't light either. Holding nearly fifty feet of coiled steel wire, a direct blow to the forehead would leave any man dazed. Only this one seemed more resilient than most. The box struck him on the nose, his head jerking back from the impact. Lorena lunged forward this time, her other hand drawing a second dagger, relishing in the unmasked metallic shing of the blade.

She swung for his chest and yet the pirate was quicker to recover from his daze than she was in striking. He caught the blade with his scimitar. Lorena didn't let the momentum powering her dagger to go to waste though. She changed the direction of her swing and with it the flow of the scimitar. The scimitar's swing continued, guided by the dagger to harmlessly fall to Lorena's side as she continued moving forward, following up with an elbow straight into the man's gut.

That was harder to recover from than a blow to the nose. The pirate lurched back, partly from the force of Lorena's elbow, full of hard pointy bones, and partly from the primal instinct to get as far away as possible from harmful forces, which just happened to be a lanky thin woman with many knives in this case. He dropped to his knees, conflicted between the sharp intake of air and the breath that exited once Lorena's attack hit. His scimitar clattered to the floor.

Lorena never went for the final blow. She stood where she was, watching the man writhe for that delicious second on the floor. The pirate struggled to his feet, struggled to retrieve his weapon, struggled to breathe again, struggled so wondrously that the moment he looked up from his kneeling position, Lorena was grinning back at him.

Her cloak was fully unveiled now, exposing her thin form, the strange belted outfit, the color of dried blood, all of it left open, inviting a second attempt to strike her.

"What are you waiting for?" The frantic mother in her voice had been replaced now, full of sadistic joy. She grasped yet another dagger on her person, drawing the blade in such a way that the sound it made resonated in the room. "Take anything you want. I insist."