Omar's weighty fist pulverized the floor, a punch intended for the devilish girl's cranium, yet she evaded with a light leap, stepping effortlessly onto Omar's arm.
Before Omar could react, the girl used his arm as a launchpad, darting to the top of his head.
As Omar saw the curved blade in the girl's hands descending towards his arm, he rolled abruptly on the spot, barely escaping the lethal strike.
— (Damn, she's no simple foe!)
Omar swiftly rose, glancing at the wound on his arm. It wasn't too deep, a testament to his daily muscle-building regimen.
But he feared that if he continued to sustain injuries, the blood loss might become too severe for him to bear — he must bring this battle to a swift conclusion!