With oily speed, he left the chair, flipping sideways over the right arm of the chair, on his feet, his big eyes bulging. He was trembling, not from exertion, but from rage. With the strange speed, he crossed the room. Jerking like a lizard, he hit her. She didn't bother to raise the knife. It flew backwards, skittering across the kitchen floor. The beer bottle flew sideways, hitting the carpet and rolling harmlessly into the wall. She flew backwards, grabbing one edge of the wall to no effect, and hitting the floor.
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