Unfortunately for the man, Kaija Sepala wasn't just any singer who had spent her whole life buried in music theory.
She, along with Juho, had graduated from their aviation training with the self-defense course at the highest possible score.
In one sharp motion, Kaija shoved Antony back with one arm. With the other, she struck straight into the attacker's wrist. The knife clattered to the floor, skidding across the tiles. The corridor instantly fell into stunned silence.
Antony stumbled back but didn't fall, his face drawn tight with shock. His breath caught painfully in his throat as he watched Kaija lunge at the man. Her fist connected with the man's chin in an upward strike, snapping his head back.
"Security! Security!" Antony roared. His voice cut through the stunned minds of the staff still frozen around them.
