He wasn’t expecting that. He’d expected her to keep fleeing, not turn and fight. He shifted to the right at the last second. The sharp ends of the hedge trimmers sank into his lower left side beneath his body armor. He let out a shriek of agony and jerked back. Instinctively, she let go of the shears. Damn it! Another mistake. She should’ve held on. Should’ve yanked them out and used them to defend herself.
