"I won't need anybody to hold your arms while I beat the crap out of you."She swung the knife at me. But like a true amateur she swung her whole body ...nstead of just her arm. That left a big opening that I took advantage of. I had stepped back out of the knife swing then I stepped ahead and delivered a soccer styled kick to her abdomen using the side of my foot instead of the point of the foot. The difference being the point would have had enough of an impact to rupture internal organs whereas. Rosey took one step forward, and then felt a hand larger than her neck take a hold of her hair, and throw her to the ground. Rosey let out a blood curling scream when she landed near blood covered boots, and looked up to see a tattered apron, stained with her friends insides.Sticks, mud and leaves prevented her from crawling away. She continued to scream as this massive man whom she could only compare to the size of a football player started to rev his chainsaw. The man she had come to know as. That whole thing about the Fight or flight reflex kicked in fast. I snapped kicked him in the balls with my right foot, shoved him out the door, and stomped on his left thigh. He was curled up and grabbed my foot. If I had been thinking clearly I would have realized it was to get me to stop kicking the shit out of him. I grabbed stack of books next to me off the dresser and slammed them down on him. He let go of my foot, so I kicked him twice more and then dove over the bed and grabbed my cell. "You look adorable, Ella, really!"He was surprised when Maria came back with a bunch of bras that weren'tall lacy and stuff, but were instead cotton. "What, did you think we woreexpensive sexy bras every day? Those are for special occasions, or whenwe need a pick me up. You'll find these cotton ones more comfortable, butsee, they can still be pretty, like this pink floral one, and this redone with small snow dots. But yes, you need a plan white one, plainblack, and some other colors to go with.