Anna ignored the blood splatter that dotted her cheeks and wiped a strand of hair behind her ear. She placed a dainty foot forward, stepping over the carpet of bodies and moved into range of the last SS soldier.
He darted forward first, with his left forearm raised to deflect blows, and drew back his baton with his right hand. He swung a blow, but Anna reacted quicker. She whipped her head backwards, and the tip of the baton came within an inch from grazing her chin before she lunged at her attacker. She rammed the point of her baton into the soldier’s gut. The SS soldier fell to his knees but continued to lash out at Anna. Grinning like a lioness ready to sink her jaws into her prey, she avoided his attack with ease. Then she slammed her own baton across his head, knocking him to the gro
