[she picks up the other knife that she'd thrown earlier, and stares down at him.
he's not strong enough to pull the knife out. it's embedded, in both his hand and the shadow. she takes the knife she picked up, and ignores him, grabbing for his other wrist. slams it to the ground, and stabs the second knife through. pins him by both hands, and gasps for air, breathing harshly through her nose.
she's scared, but she's a fighter. she will make sure nothing ever hurts her again.
and so she stomps. over, and over, and over again, into his knees, his legs, aiming to crunch every bone she can. he can't chase her if he can't walk.]
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he's not strong enough to pull the knife out. it's embedded, in both his hand and the shadow. she takes the knife she picked up, and ignores him, grabbing for his other wrist. slams it to the ground, and stabs the second knife through. pins him by both hands, and gasps for air, breathing harshly through her nose.
she's scared, but she's a fighter. she will make sure nothing ever hurts her again.
and so she stomps. over, and over, and over again, into his knees, his legs, aiming to crunch every bone she can. he can't chase her if he can't walk.]