[Utsuho was about to raise her arm again as the knife left her shoulder--only for the same blade to twist precisely under her sternum and the eye glaring out of the center.
Something seemed to crack and sever like muffled, shattering glass. It was hard to move now; numb. Nothing her mind told her body to do seemed to go through in time, and her vision was going red, then gray, then black at edges that grew and grew until she could see nothing.
Utsuho's body dropped and fell forwards on the knife--and the arm that held the knife--like some last spiteful action.]
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Something seemed to crack and sever like muffled, shattering glass. It was hard to move now; numb. Nothing her mind told her body to do seemed to go through in time, and her vision was going red, then gray, then black at edges that grew and grew until she could see nothing.
Utsuho's body dropped and fell forwards on the knife--and the arm that held the knife--like some last spiteful action.]