The machete felt heavy in her sweating palm.
Jonny wasn't trained in reading minds; his entrance into hers was like taking a machete to a piñata.
Rhyn lowered his machete and held his hand out.
She brought the machete down with a dull thud, anchoring the blade in the log.
The machete had sliced through his collarbone, and blood spurted from the wound into the courtyard.s grass.