As he slowly approached her, giving her time to respond, she didn’t say or do anything. In her eyes he could tell she was struggling to do what she told him, but she stayed frozen in fear.
When she said “So, Colt, have you heard about that new restaurant that just opened up down the street? I heard they have the best tacos in town” He raised his eyebrow in surprise.
He pocketed his wooden knife and said. “I know what the problem was. It’s your confidence and my size that made you freeze against such a simple task. I don’t know what you think yourself capable of, but whatever it is, you have to understand that no matter who or how fast goes at you with a knife … If they hold the knife like I just did no matter what, knocking the knive out of their hand is something you’d be capable of doing if you just tried. The second thing is my size. Defence against a knife attack is the same as sex when it comes to size. Size doesn’t matter, what you do with it does matter. Talking to your attacker is a sure fire way to getting stabbed quicker. It only surprises me that you’d freeze in a situation where the knife isn’t real and you know the outcome. Should we try this again but this time you act upon it, or do you work a bit on your confidence until next time and today we do something else?”
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