Jessica rolled with the motion, springing back onto her feet just as he lunged at her again with another blade.
Jessica's eyes narrowed at the sight of the blade. She sidestepped, her body fluid as water, and in a split second, she struck—her palm slicing across his wrist, knocking the blade from his grasp.
Before he could react, her knee shot up, slamming into his ribs. A sickening crunch echoed in the silent room as the assassin stumbled, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
Jessica dare not relent. She spun around and delivered a kick to his shoulder, sending him crashing into the nightstand. The wooden structure shattered under his weight, and he groaned, struggling to push himself up.
Davis swiftly rotated the wheelchair punching him hard in the face before he crashed down, his nose broke and he spurned the wheelchair again picking the bedside lamp, he smashed it on his head.
