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Facepalm
Pain hit me from front and rear. A bruising, stinging pain to the forehead. A blunt, heavy pain to the back of the head. The knife fell away from my chin and a bullet from Magda’s gun took a chunk out of the thick oak door of the barn.
It took me a moment to realise what had happened.
Philippe had flat-palmed me hard in the forehead, knocking my chin up and away from the knife and the back of my skull into Magda’s crinkly mush. Reacting, I worked the knife out of the old b***h’s clutches as Philippe moved in and wrestled the fun-size gun out of her grip. Magda’s nose was cut, possibly broken. It bled over her lips, teeth and chin, dripping to the floor. She tried to fight back. A few skilful self-defence moves, but Philippe had her in a sleeper hold within a couple of secon
