[ She likes this, he realizes, the sublime viciousness of the fight.
He has to end it quickly; there are patrols around, and though he's seized a moment between them, there's no way to guarantee how long the moment will last.
His other hand catches her wrist short of his armpit, and he twists and breaks the bones, requiring a surge of pewter-driven strength. He tries to use the shock of that moment to get her fully on her stomach, pin her down so she doesn't have the leverage to fight back.
And if he succeeds in that, he will just touch the knife to her throat. Just dig in enough for a trickle of blood. If she enjoys this, then he'll slow it down - he'll take a few long seconds to enjoy the intimacy of death. ]
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He has to end it quickly; there are patrols around, and though he's seized a moment between them, there's no way to guarantee how long the moment will last.
His other hand catches her wrist short of his armpit, and he twists and breaks the bones, requiring a surge of pewter-driven strength. He tries to use the shock of that moment to get her fully on her stomach, pin her down so she doesn't have the leverage to fight back.
And if he succeeds in that, he will just touch the knife to her throat. Just dig in enough for a trickle of blood. If she enjoys this, then he'll slow it down - he'll take a few long seconds to enjoy the intimacy of death. ]