"No, no. I was talking about old school rituals. Lots of blood, lots of burning, lots of drums and chanting. Already told ya, I don't fight with knives," she offers what is meant to be a reassuring smile, but her eyes still twinkle mischeviously.
Emily was by no means a trained fighter, but she fought with instinct and hard-earned exposure. Nate's swing was cautious, reluctant, and lacked ferocity. As he blade swung short and harmlessly past, Emily's right hand lashed out and smacked him square in the face.
Right hook!
The punk bites her tongue and tries not to laugh. It was clear Nate was green as grass.
I'm pretty sure that's 2 bashing to Nate. Don't forget, though, mighty Werewolves recover a bashing a round for free.