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Gripping your knife in hand, you jump out from the brush. Your feet
land on the ground a few feet behind. She spins around at the sound of
your sudden approach, her eyes wide with fear.

You rush in at her and plunge the small blade down on her before she is
able to react. Unfortunately the blade is only three inches long, not
enough for a lethal hit, but more than enough to hurt.

She regains her composure shortly after, drawing her own army knife and
stepping back to buy herself time to think. "Perhaps we could align
together?," She says to you, "Two have a better chance than one in a
contest such as this."

She rubs her hand at the wound in her shoulder, her other hand gripping
the hilt of her knife in case you decide to attack. She has good battle
composure, you decide.

Attack.