Zaen hissed in pain. Nuang's rapier was incredibly accurate, and coupled with her inhuman movements, made it impossible for him to dodge the strikes infinitely.
At first, the blindfold helped him, but Nuang, as if realizing, began changing her moves erratically. The blindfold kept altering the 'lines' at the last moments, which once again threw him off.
Nuang smiled at him, the strange goo appearing in her hand.
"It was a nice chat," she mumbled. "We should continue it when we're back in the lair."
Before she could slap the goo on his face, Zaen hit her with the stick and jumped away. However, the maneuver cost him a lot. The rapier ripped through his shoulder, spurting blood everywhere.
"Still had some strength left?" Nuang scoffed. "The more you struggle, the more I want to turn you into my dog."
