[The knife comes out, and her stomach falls. Nothing.
They search, zipping the shiv back and forth, for an attack, a hole, a weakness — and her free hand follows theirs, blood still shiny through the impossible cut.
There's a pause — and a lunge, as she attempts to keep her grip on one wrist, and grab for the other.
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They search, zipping the shiv back and forth, for an attack, a hole, a weakness — and her free hand follows theirs, blood still shiny through the impossible cut.
There's a pause — and a lunge, as she attempts to keep her grip on one wrist, and grab for the other.
Actions would have to speak louder.]