Not today, bitch.......

Calvo could feel the blue skinned Tau Cetan woman's breath, hot and carrying a vague, spiced scent, hard against his face as her sinewey strength sought to drive the milky white, wickedly sharp dagger down against his exposed throat. She was gasping words in a lilting, almost song-like language, her teeth bared in a snarl as Calvo bucked and thrashed, trying to throw her off. The jiggle of her breasts as they struggled drew Calvo's eyes. even as the knife's point lowered another tiny fraction toward the artery pulsing in his neck.

His hands were locked on her slender wrists in a white knuckled **** grip, but still, incredibly, the sleek alien woman seemed stronger than he was. Calvo was loosing ground, his struggles growing weaker, the pale blade of the dagger moving inch by trembling inch downward.

Suddenly, Calvo released the alien's wrists altogether, jerking his head and torso to one side even as she plunged the knife down. A flare of pain exploded as the muscles along the side of his neck and shoulder overstretched to avoid the blade, even as the blue bitch's strike drove the dagger against to the rock. She gave a raw scream as she lost her grip on the weapon, a scream that was cut off as Calvo drove his fist, with all the strength he could muster, in to her jaw.

There was an explosion of breath as the alien woman was thrown from him. Calvo rolled, fighting the hot pain of what felt like torn muscles in his neck, then scrambled desperately for the knife.............