If it weren't for Rosemary's lightning-quick reflexes, that knife would have sailed through the air and pierced her heart.
Suddenly, from every direction, a slew of assailants appeared, their faces obscured by black masks,each one wielding a switchblade, lunging swiftly towards the two women.
"Ah. Who the hell are you??" Cathy cried out in terror.
What shocked her even more was the realization that Rosemary was faster and more precise than any of them.
As two blades aimed for Rosemary simultaneously, she kicked the attacker in front of her and deftly grabbed his knife, slashing at the arm of the assailant behind her, who immediately started bleeding
profusely.
The perilous moments flashed before Cathy's eyes as Rosemary pushed and pulled her around like a puppet on strings, until finally, Cathy's gaze settled on the scene - all the attackers were down, sprawled on the ground.
