In his current stance, he wouldn't be able to block that hit. Shit. He'll do the next best thing. Dave was quick to shift his body. He'd take the hit, but he needed to make sure he could at least fight. If she took out his dominant hand, he'd might as well throw the towel in then and there.

But he swung at her as soon as he was sure he saw an opening. There was no point in dwelling on injuries.