His knife catches her in the shoulder, but the only sign that she's felt it at all is how her shoulder pulls back at the force of impact. The knife sticks out of her shoulder like a flag and for a moment, she stares at it. It's not enough to snap her to herself and soon enough she ignores it, not even bothering to pull it out of her shoulder just yet.
Instead, she moves directly into his trap, striding forward like a cat that thinks it's got its prey right where it wants it.
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Instead, she moves directly into his trap, striding forward like a cat that thinks it's got its prey right where it wants it.