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Now wasn't that sneaky? He felt her wrist flex, as her hand manuevered to spin the needle. His eyes darted to her hand; initially he was only glancing out of mere caution. His pupil contracted as the lense over his eyeball quickly magnified the needle, but only for an instant. Hatchet would suddenly lift his legs, curling his knees upward, and shoot his feet forward; the soles of his shoes were aimed directly at the nurse's abdomen. A double 'Spartan kick', as one might call it. The slender man always had improv on his side. The impact would pound her ribs, and at the least, knock the air out of her lungs. The tip of the needle only pierced into the upper layer of his skin, as she would not have the former stability to push it all the way in.