He wasn't expecting her to have a knife. He then wasn't expecting her to be any good with it by the time it registered.
By the time it does, in the midst of his blur of motion, he takes a cut across the arm.
He darts back out of reach, first glaring at her, but then it turns into a good ol' country boy grin, before he licks the wound, then licks his lips as if savoring it, before he begins again with the Beach Boys.
"I guess I should've kept my mouth shut,
When I started to brag about my car."
In a blur, he's behind her, kicking at the back of her knees hard."
"But I can't back down now,
I pushed the other guys too far."
He adds as he swings a hard left, then a hard right jab for the back of her head.
"She makes me come alive,"
He sings, darting back around in front of her, trying to wrestle the knife away with one hand, slapping her face at super speed with the other.
"And she makes me wanna drive,"
he sings with intent, slapping harder and faster.
"When she says don't worry baby,
Don't worry baby,
Don't worry baby."
He sings in the soulful drawl as he attacks her with one hand, and her own knife if he can get it away from her, though none of the attacks are intended to do more than daze and injure, though there's plenty of intent to do that.
"Everythings going to be alright."
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