[The feeling of power as the other Chara falls is thick and heady. See? It did work. They don't let it distract them for too long; the other tries to lurch forward and they too pounce, shoving down with their free hand, aiming to pin them, touch the cold tip of the weapon to the very back of the neck if they can.]
I could -
[They grit their teeth and push past the strained pain. Smile.]
Push you. R̶i̶g̸h̴t̸ ̷n̴o̷w̷.̵
[They have a knife, but wouldn't that be ironic? An eye for an eye.]
no subject
I could -
[They grit their teeth and push past the strained pain. Smile.]
Push you. R̶i̶g̸h̴t̸ ̷n̴o̷w̷.̵
[They have a knife, but wouldn't that be ironic? An eye for an eye.]