[littl3chocobo]

the knife did it's job the other had pulled out the weapon he knew was somewhere on her, though from the wear of it and the way she held it he knew it was not her main weapon, she used something a bit bigger. he smiled and squeezed her wrist just enough for the bone joint in her wrist to sit loose in the socket. 'you don't seem to understand' he said 'i am not some common buffoon, your little prickler does not intimidate me and relaxing your stance puts you at a disadvantage.' though as soon as he said it he realized shamefully he was one, she was not lying.