Imagine grabbing her soft loli biceps and struggling to keep her pinned to the ground with the weight of your entire body against hers as she swings at you with her knives. After a few small grazes, still trying to squirm out of your embrace, she penetrates the tip of her dagger deep into your forearm. Blood is slowly dripping onto her clothes as she manages to free her left arm with a strong jerk, accompanied by a soft loli grunt. As you pull yourself onto her stomach, you hear her give out a breathy moan as your weight slightly constrains the capacity of her lungs. You can see her eyes watering up, and then she starts sobbing. She tosses the knives away and wraps her arms around you in a hug. You have never felt a girl's body, so warm and soft, pressed against your own like this. She rolls onto her side, pulling you with her, and buries her face into your shoulder. You can feel her tears through your shirt. "It's going to be okay," you utter softly into her ear, petting the back of her head with what is now your good arm. The two of you lie there in solidarity and affection for an unspecified duration of time.

Imagine.