Panic struck Lee as she went for his head, the jab hurt but was an obvious distraction, the feeling of iron on his throat was present in a flash, he looked at the blade. “Where was that?” he thought to himself. He dared not move lest he accidentally slit his throat. “Well great, well it was a good run while it lasted.” He said as he looked at the girl, 
“Umm, so yeah, what’s the verdict here?” there was no way out of this one, she’d notice any movement, and his sawed off was in his bag, instead of his pants where it should have been. He had lost. And that was that. Checkmate.

"oh yeah, Lee by the way" He finished