[ In that moment Yzak moves quick, from towering over Newton a couple of feet away when he goes falling back from the punch, to towering over him to striking down with the knife in hand. Fast, fluid, dangerous movements that are great when you have a Coordinator fighting on your side. But against you? With all of the lighthearted comments about Yzak bring a hissy angry cat, claws seem less like a cat's and more like a tiger's when they're turned against someone.
He sneers, letting out a dismissive scoff. ]
This has been nothing but hell! And that's in no small part thanks to you!
[ Newton can grip at his wrist and push back as much as he can, but Yzak is stronger. And so the blade of the knife in Yzak's hand presses in closer, sharp and deadly tip of it pressing against the other man's face. It draws blood, and the strain of resistance means limbs shake and the blade drags a couple of inches across his skin as a result.
He doesn't yield there, clearly intending to kill if he must. And he clearly seems to think that he must. ]
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He sneers, letting out a dismissive scoff. ]
This has been nothing but hell! And that's in no small part thanks to you!
[ Newton can grip at his wrist and push back as much as he can, but Yzak is stronger. And so the blade of the knife in Yzak's hand presses in closer, sharp and deadly tip of it pressing against the other man's face. It draws blood, and the strain of resistance means limbs shake and the blade drags a couple of inches across his skin as a result.
He doesn't yield there, clearly intending to kill if he must. And he clearly seems to think that he must. ]