[One more twitch, and she'll rip out his throat. Takasugi can feel, more acutely than the pain of sharp talons in his flesh, the steadiness of her hand. It moves on instinct.
He isn't trying to die here.
Diva's laugh rings in his ears, the sound ebbing in and out as blood throbs, his face reddening.
Her question is a sign of the shred of self control that remains in her; it could be the last chance Takasugi has to act. He seizes it not with strangled words or surrender.
Grounded - she's assured that, holding his neck so tightly - Takasugi has the leverage he needs to wrench his blade up. Through bone, its path is uneven, but unrelenting. He'll cut through breast, neck, and face if she doesn't release him and allow his footing to stumble back.]
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He isn't trying to die here.
Diva's laugh rings in his ears, the sound ebbing in and out as blood throbs, his face reddening.
Her question is a sign of the shred of self control that remains in her; it could be the last chance Takasugi has to act. He seizes it not with strangled words or surrender.
Grounded - she's assured that, holding his neck so tightly - Takasugi has the leverage he needs to wrench his blade up. Through bone, its path is uneven, but unrelenting. He'll cut through breast, neck, and face if she doesn't release him and allow his footing to stumble back.]