[whyyyyy does this motherfucker have a metal arm? why does Knife keep running into armorclad people?
Knife growls, tucking their knees up close while deciding whether or not it would be worth trying to nail her in the jaw. dangling as they are, they can't easily wriggle out of their clothes with their body tightly pressed down on the knot of their belt.
they hate wasting good fabric, but, fuck. what else is having spares for?]
Nothing you'll miss! It ain't! Yours! [they pull a knife out of their sleeve and slice overhead to cut away the bunch of fabric in her clutches, dropping in a squat and immediately trying to book it with the same kind of speed they'd had at onset.]
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Knife growls, tucking their knees up close while deciding whether or not it would be worth trying to nail her in the jaw. dangling as they are, they can't easily wriggle out of their clothes with their body tightly pressed down on the knot of their belt.
they hate wasting good fabric, but, fuck. what else is having spares for?]
Nothing you'll miss! It ain't! Yours! [they pull a knife out of their sleeve and slice overhead to cut away the bunch of fabric in her clutches, dropping in a squat and immediately trying to book it with the same kind of speed they'd had at onset.]