" The pretty lady come to play with knives, is it?” the man taunted. “Watch out you don’t break a nail. I only date presentable girls.” Shanti stepped forward and punched him in the sternum with her right hand. She elbowed him in the face with her left before ripping his knife from his hand. With economical movements, she knocked him in the head with the hilt, punched him in the gut, ripped his big body to the side, and stepped around him with a smooth movement. The knife made a loud thunk as it found the center of the target painted on the wooden post twenty paces away. "

― K.F. Breene , Hunted (The Warrior Chronicles, #2)