Knife was a problem, but for the moment Koenig seemed just as unenthusiastic about getting stabbed as she was. He yanked out a blade of his own – the one she’d got them all after their first tour – and pulled Kasai to her feet. His bleeding lip was forgotten. Two pomang or one, it hardly mattered to these Belters. They’d a bone to pick, and not much care whose dusty corpse they pulled it out of. Two against one. Already she liked her odds better, and she could swear Akane had stridden past while she was still rolling around in the garbage. But that was neither here nor there. Whatever the Lieutenant’s opinion was on the Pit, it served a purpose. Kept those killer instincts sharp. And they had to be damn keen, outsmarting a knife. A Belter threw the first punch. Eager, fast. They had reach, she had flexibility. And training. Koenig was keeping the knife tangled, and Kasai went about breaking a fucker’s nose with the wall. Just like old times.