One hundred and twenty-six

Sally's POV

She shrugged happily before rolling her eyes at me. “Now, you need to die first because I need your body.”

Pulling the dagger from behind her back, she charged at me like a bull seeing a red cloak. Fighting with all the strength she could muster, she wanted to kill me.

On the other hand, I was at a disadvantage in having to avoid her attacks and had to survive with cuts and bruises. Dodging her next attack, I ducked and swung my leg out in a counterclockwise motion that tripped the girl, causing her to fall to the ground.

Standing in the middle of her, I grabbed her hand that was holding the dagger and ripped it out of her hand before throwing it away. When there was no other way, I raised my fist and hit her in the face, which distracted her for a while.

Quickly leaving her, I formulated a plan in my head, hoping that it would work. Looking like a drunk man, with wobbly legs, she struggled to get up and stand up. Shaking her eyes slightly, trying to clear her vision.

“Sal