[ She can see the angle she'd have to twist her torso to throw him off, how much she needs to reach to grab the dagger a short distance away. But — then what? To kill men who have no intention of killing her is unthinkable, and yet they won't back down. She can see the thug above her raising his fist, and her hands are flying up to shield her face from the impact ( just below her eyes, because there's no chance she's going to lose her sight of an opponent— ).
Lucina feels the weight being lifted off her torso before anything else. But once it's gone, it's second nature to snatch the dagger, using the momentum to roll into a crouch. Re-assess. There's the thug being pulled away, then the two on the ground trying to untangle their limbs. She goes for one of the latter — yanks the scruff his neckline towards her, her knee hitting the ground to steady herself as she wraps her forearm against the front of his chest, the crook of her elbow against the lower half of his neck in a loose ( but firm ) choke-hold. She brings her other arm around, the tip of the dagger inches from where his jaw meets his throat. ]
Stop! [ There's a dull throbbing at the back of her head, a tightness in her chest. She inhales. Quieter— ] Leave us, and go. We will not follow, but this is not a fight you can win.
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Lucina feels the weight being lifted off her torso before anything else. But once it's gone, it's second nature to snatch the dagger, using the momentum to roll into a crouch. Re-assess. There's the thug being pulled away, then the two on the ground trying to untangle their limbs. She goes for one of the latter — yanks the scruff his neckline towards her, her knee hitting the ground to steady herself as she wraps her forearm against the front of his chest, the crook of her elbow against the lower half of his neck in a loose ( but firm ) choke-hold. She brings her other arm around, the tip of the dagger inches from where his jaw meets his throat. ]
Stop! [ There's a dull throbbing at the back of her head, a tightness in her chest. She inhales. Quieter— ] Leave us, and go. We will not follow, but this is not a fight you can win.