Jack barely dodged Lydia's powerful punch; the sharp edge of her steel gauntlet left a deep cut on his cheek and ripped a chunk of his ear. But that gave him a chance to send his dagger flying toward the gap between the armor plates on her left side, aiming at the liver.
As Lydia felt the blade sink into her flesh through the armor plates, easily cutting the two layers of chainmail she wore beneath the full plate armor, she twisted her torso to avoid a deep wound and spun around with a round kick.
Jack ducked beneath her round kick; he expected such a move and would shamelessly use this opening to his advantage. Without wasting a single breath, he sent his dagger to the back of her knee, aiming to maim her and limit her mobility first.
To be honest with himself, trying to move between her legs like this was horrifying. Jack felt like he was trying to crawl beneath the hooves of a raging bull; any one kick would be enough to crush his skull like a rotten tomato.
