[He was finding it easier by the moment to hold her knife away from his throat. Even with that right arm damaged it seemed her strength was bleeding away. Out through the utter mess he's made of her lower torso, most likely. It doesn't even matter that he's not got the dagger anymore. Sephiroth isn't going to need it, he's going to win this fight. That will settle their little dispute for sure.
But at what cost? He can't move the fingers of his stabbed arm and the deep throbbing running through the whole limb tells him that removing the blade before at least making it to a safe floor might well cause him to suffer the same fate as Nesir. The opposite shoulder that he'd been putting undue strain on keeping her blade away from that gap at his neck was groaning as if of it's own accord. His pulse also sounding in it painfully, every breath he took wheezed and quite often he'd be tasting his own blood now.
Sephiroth shimmies forwards and forces more of his body weight onto her, hoping to be able to knock her head against the ground hard enough to completely knock her out.]
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But at what cost? He can't move the fingers of his stabbed arm and the deep throbbing running through the whole limb tells him that removing the blade before at least making it to a safe floor might well cause him to suffer the same fate as Nesir. The opposite shoulder that he'd been putting undue strain on keeping her blade away from that gap at his neck was groaning as if of it's own accord. His pulse also sounding in it painfully, every breath he took wheezed and quite often he'd be tasting his own blood now.
Sephiroth shimmies forwards and forces more of his body weight onto her, hoping to be able to knock her head against the ground hard enough to completely knock her out.]