[The blade goes in. Good. That will slow it down while the Knife does the rest. The creature is nothing if not resilient. Words blur in their ears, an angry cry that bleeds into nothing, nothing, nothing at all. A hand pressing at them, attempting to pull them free. It's too many hands. It's too much, all at once.]
[They wrench, attempting to torque the Knife to ward off the intruder anew. The high-pitched whistling wheeze of someone with a lung that is undoubtedly punctured, possibly collapsed, indicates that the former is injured to the point where they should no longer be a problem.]
[On, then, to the next.]
[The flash of a familiar face and a stripe of white hair, the scar across the bridge of the nose - those characteristics are familiar, each and every one of them, but this would not be the first time. It never has been.]
[And so those efforts will be met with resistance, for every step of the way.]
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[They wrench, attempting to torque the Knife to ward off the intruder anew. The high-pitched whistling wheeze of someone with a lung that is undoubtedly punctured, possibly collapsed, indicates that the former is injured to the point where they should no longer be a problem.]
[On, then, to the next.]
[The flash of a familiar face and a stripe of white hair, the scar across the bridge of the nose - those characteristics are familiar, each and every one of them, but this would not be the first time. It never has been.]
[And so those efforts will be met with resistance, for every step of the way.]