[ the steel glints off his armor like it's nothing. might as well be a mesquite twig. she grits her teeth. shouts, as if that could put more power behind it, could mute the pain in her shoulder.
it doesn't.
all it does is give her something useless to hold between them when he flips them over. she slides the knife up towards his neck, searching for soft tissue under his chin at the seam of his helmet in a panic, but she can't see properly, not with her vision black with pain as her shoulder hits the ground. ]
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it doesn't.
all it does is give her something useless to hold between them when he flips them over. she slides the knife up towards his neck, searching for soft tissue under his chin at the seam of his helmet in a panic, but she can't see properly, not with her vision black with pain as her shoulder hits the ground. ]