Chapter 14 - Grace Blocks A Deadly Strike With Precision
The mercenary stumbled forward, his rifle clattering against the pantry floor tiles as he fought to regain his balance.
Grace pivoted smoothly on her bare feet, her blind eyes fixed entirely on the sound of his ragged breathing.
The second mercenary rushed through the doorway, leveling his pistol directly toward the center of the dark pantry.
“Freeze!” the man shouted in Italian, his finger tightening on the trigger as he spotted the young girl.
Grace didn't freeze; she dropped into a low slide just as the suppressed pistol spat a round through the wooden wall.
Wood splinters rained down across her hair, but she kept moving with the deadly focus Evelyn had hammered into her.
She swung her wooden baton upward in a vicious diagonal arc, catching the gunman squarely across his wrist.
The pistol flew from his grasp, clattering away into the darkness beneath the kitchen dining table.
“You little—” the mercenary cursed, lunging forward with a combat knife drawn from his tactical vest sheath.
Grace heard the hiss of air displacement, instantly shifting her hips to block the downward knife thrust with her baton.
Wood slammed against steel with a sharp crack that echoed through the empty kitchen space like a gunshot.
She twisted her wrists, using the leverage of the wooden staff to disarm the grown man with effortless mechanical efficiency.
Before he could recover, Grace delivered a devastating front kick straight into his chest, sending him crashing backward.
He hit the kitchen island with a heavy thud, sliding unconscious to the floor beside his fallen comrade.
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Silence reclaimed the kitchen, broken only by the crackle of distant flames burning in the courtyard outside.
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