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That knife of hers had to go somehow- and you couldn’t trust yours. What you were about to do might be going against the spirit of what this moon cutting was supposed to be, but as far as you were concerned, that had stopped the moment that <span class="mu-i">magic tricks</span> got involved. So screw it. You didn’t accept this duel to lose it.
A cut to the inside of the thigh was nothing to sneer at- it wouldn’t kill too quickly, but it certainly could if left untended. Magnus had a medical kit and know-how on the sidelines (too far off to see this ice nonsense or overhear any talk), but worst come to worst, too much damage very well could mean the end.
With Yuliana’s vision blocked and her distracted, she wouldn’t be able to react to what you’d do with your knife. It wasn’t an ideal shape or weight for it, it was made of some sort of shell razor that was stuck into the knife instead of being a forged edge, it had no stabbing point, but it could still cut, and that’s all it needed to do as you threw it into her advanced thigh.
How much it did, you weren’t watching for, just that you know it was a good hit, and it didn’t stick in, from the tap on the ground it made from falling. You were already dashing forth, reaching out for the flailing knife arm. That blade had to go, or else the next good hit she got on you might put you down no matter how much you willed otherwise.
No knife in your hands, all you could do was go for hers- however that needed to happen. You put your hands on Yuliana, one on her hand and the other on her wrist, and you found out right away that that wasn’t going to work.
“Filth-!” Yuliana spat belatedly, but you were more focused on how, like you had a hint at, she wasn’t really <span class="mu-i">holding</span> her knife now. It was more frozen to her hand in a lattice of blood. She couldn’t have let it go if she wanted to, and the chances of you convincing her anatomy to cooperate there were slim.
Oh well. The arm bent in several places, and there was more than one way to make it go the wrong direction. Though whatever you did would have to be fast. Touching her…your hands felt like they’d been stabbed with pins, especially your right hand that had struck her before, with how cold they felt, like nothing you’d ever known. It was a bizarre chill, Yuliana’s skin didn’t feel cold, but the warmth fled from your flesh wherever you grasped…
>Lock her wrist and elbow and give them a spin. Whatever breaks first, it doesn’t matter. That should keep her knife away for good.
>Try and slam her into the ground as hard as you can. All she had to stay down for was three seconds, after all.
>If her knife was stuck, then it could be yours anyways. Direct her knife into her own chest.
>Other?
