Trixi’s mind had likened his emotionless, black eyes to that of a murderous werewolf. His taste for blood was unable to be quenched as he only lived for the next new murder to satisfy him,  his humanity dulled over time until nothing was left. Inside she partly pitied such creatures for giving into what their instincts demanded. Forcing her to put him down like a sickly, mangy and useless mutt who gorged himself long enough on misery. 

It was time to get to work. 

She had made sure her arm was slipped through the strap. In her past ignorance, this little flaw had resulted in her getting disarmed far too often and she knew if it happened this time, she was dead. Her boots scraped on the edge and wiped away excess mud then widened her stance. She would have to find her balance fast when she pulled this move, her mind not liking the extra work but her body would have little difficulty in managing it.

Without wasting more breathe on what was becoming a pointless conversation, Trixi said one final thing before she began. “I think you should know, my name’s Trixi…” 

Meanwhile, she had shifted the knife blade carefully, gripping it in the traditional holding position to throw it. Suddenly, at the end of her words she raised her blade over her shoulder then shot it forward. It wasn’t intended to be a powerful attack but a distraction, however if it did hit then she wanted it at full power. Her left foot stepped onto the wooden bridge dead center when her arm moved at her target. It brought her figure closer to Nicoli’s position as her body slightly twisted to apply power behind the attack, careful to keep her wrist straight. Trixi’s eyes  had estimated the distance earlier and adjusted her aim a little higher to where she targeted. If it wasn’t stopped than it would hit the man’s throat easily. 

When the blade left her hand,  her right hand jerked her baton off her belt and snapped it open. Her right foot lifted from the mud and passed the left one that was  firmly planted, just to follow the leading kunai. Trixi was on the offense as she lowered her body a bit for balance, hearing the wood creak while she was navigating along the bridge. 

If she wasn’t interrupted, she slightly shifted her weight back when she came into his person space, close enough she could easily smack him with the upper third portion of her weapon. This was to keep her from colliding with her opponent. Normally, she could come to a stop on a dime, but the water made it much harder and she had to account for that. On her trip to cut the distance, she was slipping her arm into the ready strap and jerking her other baton free into an offense mode like her other one. Next her right hand lashed out her baton, her aim at where she assumed was the man’s lower left thigh while her left was brought up near her head's level. In addition, she was already prepared to jerk back or lean forward depending on the outcome.