-You...

She runs, dagger in hands, ready to make swiss cheese out of him.

She's fast, faster than... well, faster than average.

Still dazed by the impact and blood loss, he manages to dodge to her side and grab her wrist.

Grabbing his face, she smashes him into the ground, making him feel her strength on his head.

For him, it is evident that she isn't the same as before because of the dagger, something so cliché as mind control might just be the right answer.

In order to survive, he needs to start taking this seriously, because she's not pulling any punches.

My first fight in weeks...

As she thrusts him, pinned down, he covers her eyes with a palm and manages to dodge again and quickly get up on his feet.

She wastes no time and lunges at him again!

He never trained martial arts with a Sensei and stuff, but some things are natural and come with instinct.

As she thrusts the blade, he momentarily grabs her forearm, pulls himself behind her, making her lose her balance in the process, and positions himself, slightly choking her with one arm and with the other, he quickly tries to grab the weapon.

Some of her fingers let go, and she seems to calm down for a second, but she grabs it entirely yet again!

With remarkable speed, she makes him fall by tripping him with just an arm.

In one second... just like that... Kirito felt such an excrutiating pain, yet it was merely intants before he started feeling numb, not the same numbness of getting knocked out, but feeling as if your soul is forcefully trying to leave your body.

He wants to keep his eyes open, and tries to act, on a desperate effort, but the person with a face of undestiled hatred punches an even deeper hole in his chest.

As he drifted away, he asked himself:

She always hated me this much?