Here's an example
"You better give us all your belongings if you wanna live long"
the guy pointed his knife at me
"Iyada"
"Huuuuh?! what's wrong with this brat?!" the guy tried to stab me but
and then i don't know how write this
"Give us your stuff if you want to keep breathing!" the thug yelled as he brandished a knife towards my chest.
'What is this guy thinking? We're in the middle of the market!' I think to myself.
"I'd rather not." I reply flatly.
"Bitch, don't try me." he growls angrily at me as he swings the knife wildly towards my neck.
Leaning back I barely dodge the tip of the blade, as he steps forward with his right foot to maintain his balance I grab his arm and pull him further in the direction of the swing, using his own body weight and momentum against him as he stumbles forward. He managed to avoid falling over so I use my foot to kick his before he can finish his step and recover his balance.
I let go of his arm to not be dragged to the ground with him as he falls, unfortunately he managed to grab my leg on his way down and I fall backwards into a stall and get covered in hot soup. Thankfully it's not scalding hot but it does hurt quite a bit. Trying to sit up the stall collapses and I find myself on the ground half covered in food items and can feel some splinters in my arm and part of my back.
While still dazed, the world around me moves as I'm drug by my foot back into the street. Looking up as best I can, my vision is filled with the upper half of the thug, as he tries to punch me in the face. I twist to the left as much as possible and his fist barely slips past my head to impact with the ground. As he recovers, I try to roll away to the left but he still has my foot so I only managed to roll a bit to his side, twisting my foot a bit in the process.
As he lifts up his fist for another try, I grab his arm and pull him down and to the side, trying to twist his body so that I can roll over on top of him. However, I only managed to roll him on the ground beside me. Unluckily for him, my knees happen to be just below his stomach so I knee him in the groin as hard as I can.
As the pain consumes him he releases me and I take the opportunity to roll over on top of him and before he can recover I spit in his eyes as I scoop up a handful of dirt and throw it in his face. Satisfied, I stand up, minding my lightly injured ankle and shifting most of my weight away from it, I 'walk' up to the nearby drink stand and ask for some pineapple juice, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my coin purse, I toss 3 copper coins in front of the still gawking man.
As the coins rattle onto the wooden surface he snaps out of his daze, with a shaky voice he replies, "Uh, yes miss."
Grabbing a cup he fills it and hands it to me. I smile and say "Thanks," before downing the entire thing in seconds, voicing my relief afterwards, "Aaaaah!"
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Not sure why I felt compelled to do that, hopefully it is interesting or helps in some way. I just kind of had a scene form in my head as I thought about how you started. I've not really written much before. Apologies if it's bad.
Hope you have a wonderful day and figure things out ^.^