23: Leo

With the four split spikes of the fork a few inches away from my right eye I snorted in disbelief of what she wanted to do. She didn't aim for my torso, she didn't aim for either of my fingers displayed for her on the table, she didn't aim for any other place but my eyes.

It was a good decision by her though. At least, now I know she was calculative of her actions but she is still slow at it. The fork was a weapon but it wasn't a knife after all.

She knew stabbing me with the fork anywhere else wouldn't do much damage so she went for my right eye.

I was still holding her wrist to stop her from plunging my eye out but she started to struggle against my hold, attempting to get the fork to where she planned to put it.

I twisted her wrist and made her lose the fork to the ground. She cried out in pain when I did that so I let go of her hand but she picked up the table knife next to her dish. Now, she had a weapon.

She swung the knife my way multiple times but each time I edged backward