“Heh, I assume I don’t hold the pointy end” Lee replied as he tried to wrestle the blade from her. Either he was getting tired or she was really strong. He decided to chalk it up to her strength. He released the blade after realizing he wasn’t getting that knife. He examined his options, he could run back to his 2X4 but she’d probably throw a knife, a fist fight was out of the question, he wasn’t going to risk it with the knife again, she had won, Lee realized. All that practice and all the time spent, he couldn’t even beat a knife wielding woman, and well maybe that fist fight was looking good after all. Lee swung right, even if she cut him, which he was almost sure she wouldn’t, he could always patch it later.
Lee was happy, even if they denied him for the mission, this was the most fun he’d had since he became a smuggler. But even so, after all this they’d have to accept him right? Even as a pack mule, or a cook, or a shoe shiner even. “Oh well, we’ll see” Lee thought