Aimee glanced over to security who had shown up, not sure if she should actually surrender, or fight them off as well, her head was now buzzing with so many different options on what one could do in such a situation like this.
The punk who had lost an eye thanks to Aimee, got up with the knife in his hand and charged at the young vixen, only for Aimee to turn around, grabbing his arm and pulling the knife off him, without thinking too, she swung it and in one clean swipe, slit the punk's throat wide open.
Was that something she remembered doing when she had her memory, she wasn't even sure herself, but it just seemed natural to her to do something like that as she held the knife, turning and stabbing a second punk right in the throat before throwing it like a dagger, striking a third punk, right in the mouth, all three falling to the ground....most likely dead before she snapped out of it, stepping back a little bit as well, glancing to others who were standing in fear at what Aimee had just done, to which she glanced back over to security.