Jensen- Kitchen Knives

  Jensen lost focus for a moment as that thought echoed through his head, and it was enough for someone behind him in the crowd to shove him forward, spitting and jeering. He stumbled, and the tattooed man hurtled toward him, snarling. He had kitchen knives in both hands.

  Reflexively, Jensen cocked back his cyberlimb and triggered the nerve impulse that would have deployed the blunt-tipped nanoblades concealed beneath the forearm – but there was nothing but a hollow click and he recalled too late that the augmentations had been disengaged. Instead, he went into a clumsy block that set the knives cutting across the polycarbonate shell of his arm.

  Jensen turned the inelegant move into a counterattack, dropping low and throwing a punch into the tattooed man’s gut. He took it with a grunt but little else, the shear-thickening gel in the dermal armor absorbing most of the force of impact.
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  The knives fell toward the exposed flesh of Jensen’s throat, but his attacker was inexpert with them and held the makeshift weapons too close together. Jensen’s free hand snapped up and grabbed the closest blade, hearing the metal crunch against the surface of his cyberarm’s synthetic palm. He pulled the tattooed man toward him, forcing him to overbalance. Then, as he fell, Jensen struck with his other arm and caught the man hard across the face. His assailant’s nose broke with an ugly cracking sound and blood jetted. He fell, howling in pain, losing the knives along the way. Jensen kicked them away as Belle and Mono-Eye came at him together.

-Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 2