Before the skinny man could even attempt to make himself any bit of a threat that he thought he was, Vivian blurred forwards and grabbed his arm, a wicked grin twisting her lips as she cleanly snapped his forearm in two.
The sound of the knife clattering to the ground was lost immediately thanks to his shriek of agony, drawing the attention of everyone nearby as they turned to figure out what was happening; with two of this drunken group down, I was thinking that they might turn and run, but...
Well, apparently liquor does give people blind confidence and when that sort of horribly placed assurance is paired with idiocy that almost seems fake, you end up with the largest man throwing a somewhat shaky punch my way.
I saw it and realized immediately what was going on, and not only was I capable of thinking about what was happening but I was also more than capable of following his movements without much effort whatsoever.
