It was like clockwork, though he hadn't managed to cut her throat entirely open. With the woman falling back and away from his body, she was totally exposed in the short second that it takes to fall to the ground. Even more time was granted to him like a gift from the gods when she tried to stabilize herself during the fall.

Putting his weight on his left leg and pulling his body backwards, as well as jerking both of his arms back. Pulling the chain back to his left hand and the blade away from his foe, Shin raised his right leg upwards and shot it forwards. Above the blade that she was swinging towards his shin, the assassin aimed to deliver a devastating kick to her chest as she was falling. Aiming to kick her into the doorway of the building that she was standing in front of, as well as potentially break some of her ribs with the full force of his kick. 

This offensive tactic followed the rule of; The best defense is a good offense. By raising his leg above her swing, he was putting himself out of harms way. And by raising his leg, he was giving himself an opening to deliver a devastating follow up on his foe. 

As all of this was happening, the skin around his chest had already begun to scab over. The disgusting greenish material that comes before the hardened brown scab was forming slowly across its surface. The edges of his wound were still bleeding quite heavily, and the area around his chest was quite cold to the touch. For him, the wound wasn't the problem. There were hundreds of scars just like it. The problem was the damage to his clothing, and whether or not this [i]Skallagrim[/i] knew how to work a textile.