[It's not a scream. It's a hiss. Pure pain shoots through her, but it's like the trackerjacker venom. It lends her strength even as it blinds her. She can't feel anything because her body is too busy feeling everything.
Caked in mud and blind with pain, Clove, for the moment with the upper position, thrusts forward to slam the other girl against the ground again. Just to make her let go. She can't even tell if it works, it hurts too much, and her balance is upset. When her back hits the dirt, she's crying. In so much pain.
But now Twelve is over her.
The Career won't give up. Won't ask for mercy, so she wrestles as best she can. She can't get to her hunting knife, but she can get to one of her upper knives. So, she pulls it out and stabs up. There's no aim, there's no real power. If she hits it, if she finds skin and draws blood, it won't be a bad blow.
Just something to try and wound. To repay. To gain some better footing.
Something to make sure she's not the only one bleeding.]
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Caked in mud and blind with pain, Clove, for the moment with the upper position, thrusts forward to slam the other girl against the ground again. Just to make her let go. She can't even tell if it works, it hurts too much, and her balance is upset. When her back hits the dirt, she's crying. In so much pain.
But now Twelve is over her.
The Career won't give up. Won't ask for mercy, so she wrestles as best she can. She can't get to her hunting knife, but she can get to one of her upper knives. So, she pulls it out and stabs up. There's no aim, there's no real power. If she hits it, if she finds skin and draws blood, it won't be a bad blow.
Just something to try and wound. To repay. To gain some better footing.
Something to make sure she's not the only one bleeding.]