Nora swung her weighted sash at the woman’s face. She caught it, grinned with her crooked teeth, and darted a hand at Nora’s face, two fingers spread to spear her eyes. Nora twisted and the nails drew blood from her cheeks. She kicked, missed, kicked with the other leg, felt a sudden searing pain as the combat-trained pirate sank her fingers into the joint of her knee. She was strong, with a genetic’s smooth, deceptive strength. Nora fumbled at the other end of the sash and smashed the weight against the pirate’s cheek. Rep 1 grinned and Nora felt something snap as her kneecap soggily gave way. Suddenly blood sprayed across her as Paolo’s slung shot broke the woman’s jaw.