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Jack already had the stiletto in one hand.  He jabbed it toward my face, my eye, and I jerked my head back out of the way, abandoning my 
attempt to get the vial.  Using one elbow, he shoved me to one side, then flipped over, simultaneously reversing his grip on the knife in 
his other hand and driving it down toward the side of my head.  I rolled with the momentum he’d given me to escape before it could pierce 
my ear or my temple.  He was already following up, slashing both knives at me, one after the other.