[ he's heavy. mavis grunts, already bruised and aching and possibly bleeding internally by the time he pins her. but she keeps her knife in her hand, draws it out of his knee as he sprawls over her.
holding onto the knife keeps her from protecting her face. black spots explode in her vision, then yellow and red, and for a moment, she wonders if he's blinded her somehow. she scrambles with her free hand, grabs for his face, gets her thumb hooked in his lip on its way up his face, palming him away from her.
her hand slips over the sweat on his forehead, and she seizes the opportunity to grab a fist of his hair as she brings her knife between her body and his neck. ]
Yield. [ she rasps it out. barely audible. ] Yield and I won't kill you.
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holding onto the knife keeps her from protecting her face. black spots explode in her vision, then yellow and red, and for a moment, she wonders if he's blinded her somehow. she scrambles with her free hand, grabs for his face, gets her thumb hooked in his lip on its way up his face, palming him away from her.
her hand slips over the sweat on his forehead, and she seizes the opportunity to grab a fist of his hair as she brings her knife between her body and his neck. ]
Yield. [ she rasps it out. barely audible. ] Yield and I won't kill you.