“Clark!” Thalassa shouted, panic flashing in her eyes, thinking that Clark had been stabbed in the stomach.Clark grimaced but tried to stay upright, his hand clutching his side. The knife had only slashed the left side of his torso, and though the wound wasn’t deep, there was still blood soaking the blue shirt he was wearing.“I’m... I’m okay,” he managed to say through gritted teeth.But the man didn’t pause. He turned his focus back to Thalassa, coming at her again with the knife raised. This time, Thalassa was ready. She dodged his thrust and grabbed his arm, using his momentum against him.They struggled for control, the knife glinting in the dim light, until she managed to twist his wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon. With a swift kick, she knocked the knife out of his reach before jamming her knee into his stomach, sending him to the ground.Grabbing the man by the front of his shirt, she slammed him against the car, her breath coming in short, furious bursts. “Who sent you?
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