You made a mental note to buy her dinner as you jabbed your elbow into her face, hitting her kitsune mask, a portion hitting hard against her nose and making her yelp. Her black hair swayed lazily in the late night gale as you reached an impass. Her blade against your neck, your elbow against her mask and your free arm around her throat as her breathing wheezed quietly. With a grunt, she slammed her heel down on your foot and ducked out of the hold as your startled form loosened the grip slightly. While low to the floor, she leaned her weight on her hands which sat palms down on the floor and kicked you hard enough in the stomach that you flew back a few feet and stumbled. She swung her feet back under her and lunged forward, tackling you to the ground and laying the knife flat against your throat. She was grinning under the mask and quickly got off you, extending a helping hand with one hand while removing the mask with the other as she wiped at the blood leaking onto her lip. "Was that good?" She asked with a grin, after helping you back up, she placed her fingers on other side of her crooked nose and began feeling for the cracked cartilage before snapping it back into place with a disgusting crunch.