[Chara's made a fatal error; focusing on Frisk and assuming their subdued opponent will stay subdued. They're used to fights where monsters don't heal themselves and once a name is yellow, it's yellow.
Therefore the wrenching at their knife hand is unexpected and more importantly works; by the time their attention snaps back and they start pressing back, it's a decent distance away from the other Chara's neck. The noise they make is half swearword, half rattlesnake warning as they give other Chara's collar a rough, pointed shake, air forced through their teeth to make some kind of sound. Do not.
Their eyes slide back towards Frisk, their smile gone, replaced by a silent, gritted-teeth snarl. Their attention is uncomfortably split. Though they had the upper hand, circumstances are becoming less and less ideal.
*They're right, you know. *Remember? We ended it, right?
They huff at the other Frisk, a small puff of air. The knife hand stops pushing up against other-Chara's hands and, barring an attempt to stop it, withdraws. At the same time the hand on the collar slides down to shove the small of other-Chara's back, away. Get distance between them. Chara moves quickly to their feet, stance low and knife pointed forty-five degrees down, head bowed and eyes up.
They look between the two of them, and then hold up three fingers before drawing the blunt edge of the knife across their neck. Third time might not be so lucky.
But for now they can content themself with what damage they've done. And they owe this Frisk one - this one thing.]
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[Chara's made a fatal error; focusing on Frisk and assuming their subdued opponent will stay subdued. They're used to fights where monsters don't heal themselves and once a name is yellow, it's yellow.
Therefore the wrenching at their knife hand is unexpected and more importantly works; by the time their attention snaps back and they start pressing back, it's a decent distance away from the other Chara's neck. The noise they make is half swearword, half rattlesnake warning as they give other Chara's collar a rough, pointed shake, air forced through their teeth to make some kind of sound. Do not.
Their eyes slide back towards Frisk, their smile gone, replaced by a silent, gritted-teeth snarl. Their attention is uncomfortably split. Though they had the upper hand, circumstances are becoming less and less ideal.
*They're right, you know.
*Remember? We ended it, right?
They huff at the other Frisk, a small puff of air. The knife hand stops pushing up against other-Chara's hands and, barring an attempt to stop it, withdraws. At the same time the hand on the collar slides down to shove the small of other-Chara's back, away. Get distance between them. Chara moves quickly to their feet, stance low and knife pointed forty-five degrees down, head bowed and eyes up.
They look between the two of them, and then hold up three fingers before drawing the blunt edge of the knife across their neck. Third time might not be so lucky.
But for now they can content themself with what damage they've done.
And they owe this Frisk one - this one thing.]