Left. Up. Twist.

Phoenyx whirls the knife in her hand, ducking under the training dummy and bringing up a knee into the body. The knife lashes out at the wrist.

Knife out. Return. Balance.

Backing away she spins her leg around and kicks the dummy in the head.

Stupid chain...

Phoenyx lashes out with the knife at the wrists again, and pauses, stepping back. The dummy has numerous stabs and slashes along the arms and hands.

Next time.