Blocks Oni Lee again

Oni Lee’s grip on his knife tightened, and then he was gone. I’d learned, though, and when he appeared behind me, I stepped back, threw up my right arm to catch him at the middle of his forearm, and then I sank my left elbow into his gut — and before I even felt the resistance of his body vanish, he was in front of me, again, not swinging, but stabbing with that huge combat knife towards my belly.

I twisted out of the way to avoid it, but he was too close and I wasn’t quite fast enough, so it skittered over my costume again, sliding over the fabric of my vest like it was made of ice and throwing up gold sparks. I could feel the pressure of it as it curved around and past my hip.