knife fighter

Santoro was too smart a fighter to charge and shifted hard left, dropping into the springy crouch of the master knife fighter.

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There was that one moment of stillness and awareness. Then he came at me with a flurry of vicious cuts, fake stabs followed by shallow slashes, and devious feints that drove me back six full steps. I cut left and then jumped right, and tried to take him with a deep cut on the back of his knife arm, but all I got was sleeve.
-Rage pg. 436