What do women do in this situation, Nicola thought. Unfortunately, the answer to the question was usually "they get raped."
Nick had learned a variety of maneuvers for escaping holds as part of his thieving. He wasn't sure how they would work in this body. Alright, here goes. A little trick Nick had picked up as a way of handling bigger guys in the kind of bar fights that emerged when guys found their wallets missing.
Nicola thrust her head forward, landing a solid blow on the knight's nose, which gave a satisfying crack. "Ow, you bitch!" he screamed, all pretense of chivalry gone. He released Nicola as his arms flew to his nose. Nicola took advantage to draw the knight's dagger from its sheath--she knew she couldn't handle a longsword in this body.
OK, run? Yes. She was slow in this body, but he would be slower in armor. Nicola took off.
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Nicola had no plan, other than a desire to put as much space between herself and both the knight and the witch--pity the knight hadn't paid a visit to the witch's cabin earlier. As the knight's screams and curses diminished in the distance, she began to think of what to do next.
Just then she heard a voice--"What troubles you, my sister?"