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A flicker of an idea went through your head- and you snatched onto that thread of cleverness as hard as you could, because it was the best you had in the heartbeats of time you could afford to consider. Any other way you could think of to take down Yuliana held the hesitating factor of wounding her even more severely- yet this was a simple, crafty little trick, where instead of bending the rules- you’d force the both of you to adhere to them. The chain was now held in your hand, and instead of binding you, it would trap your foe. An unexpected ally.
You put your leg in between Yuliana’s, using your thigh as a fulcrum, and shoving Yuliana over as hard as you could onto her most wounded side- her knife hand, her arm. Off balance and unready as she was, she was easy to pitch over. This sort of fighting wasn’t her style. As she fell, you kept a solid grip on her arm, but delayed going down.
Not quite over, even as the pain of the chill became distractingly severe with that action. She was now on the ground, but she’d scramble back up as soon as she could. You were following her down after only a second- because even though both of you would be down, only she would be down for the requisite three seconds needed to be defeated.
It was against the spirit of things. It was daft in a way, as if one would simply question the scenario with, <span class="mu-i">who would risk placing themselves in a position of surrender to pursue the other?</span>. Yet there was no time to consider such things as whether it was an intentional oversight or not.
Besides, it was necessary, since you couldn’t pin somebody for three seconds either. Yet that would be dodged, wouldn’t it?
So you tumbled down, putting yourself on top of your opponent and locking her knife arm against you. There wouldn’t be any escape in the time remaining.
“What are you doing, you mad fool?” Yuliana hissed, but there was fear in her voice. “Get off of me, you’ll be ruined!”
That terrible chill had gotten worse and worse, but you grinned in an insane rictus. “You’ve lost. All the tricks, all the magic, and you <span class="mu-i">lost</span>.”
“Let go!” Yuliana insisted, her voice panicked.
Too late to consider that. Three. Four. You let go just as Magnus had sprinted over. It didn’t even hurt anymore, but your body felt numb, and heavy. You could barely sit up, and when you did, your stomach turned over, and you felt something in your chest, in your guts, surge up like you’d been punched in the heart.
“<span class="mu-i">Blaghff!</span>” You coughed up something that burned, “<span class="mu-i">Khoff, kuhgghh…urrrggh…</span>” That hadn’t been vomit. This was. “Huh…” You stared at the hand you’d puked and coughed all over. It was covered in some sort of tarry black substance, that glimmered and sparkled…like the night sky…
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