[It doesn't help that Utsuho can't even stretch her wings out properly now, not without them crashing into the walls on either side. Something else kept her hemmed in besides; some prickling pressure she couldn't quite identify.
She finally tore the knife from her face like some hateful thorn, and glared across the short distance to the human standing over there. The other knife this human held up still didn't register as more than an aggravating pinprick--however painful it may have been. Certainly not enough to check her charge.
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She finally tore the knife from her face like some hateful thorn, and glared across the short distance to the human standing over there. The other knife this human held up still didn't register as more than an aggravating pinprick--however painful it may have been. Certainly not enough to check her charge.
With a hiss, Utsuho lunged forwards.]