[ the knife is carved wood. something she'd made, not something she'd bought. it will crumble to dust soon and she will make another. a good chisel is cheaper than a good blade, and she can make her own blades just fine. it cleaves flesh and muscle as it gouges him, stops only when it reaches bone. he has no kossian armor to protect him this time, as she has no kuruko lynx to protect her.
the knife leaves behind a wound that burns with the oils of the tree she'd made it from. much like his training. she can hear pallas too, as if in her own mind. she knows the name for the voice, even though she has never heard it before.
she hadn't expected the hit to land. now she is close, too close, close enough that he will be able to overpower her, so she seizes on his disorientation to headbutt him. cracks the front of her skull at his nose. ]
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the knife leaves behind a wound that burns with the oils of the tree she'd made it from. much like his training. she can hear pallas too, as if in her own mind. she knows the name for the voice, even though she has never heard it before.
she hadn't expected the hit to land. now she is close, too close, close enough that he will be able to overpower her, so she seizes on his disorientation to headbutt him. cracks the front of her skull at his nose. ]