He has no fear of her weapon. He is already dying, there is too much pain to assume anything but. Once he does, this will be over, the struggle will cease, and he will belong.
She's only helping to ensure that inevitability.
One hand slams down against her wrist to pin it against the ground, that face looming closer...and even now, with that mass of bone and tissue covering most of his face, it segments in a way that almost calls back to that very familiar scar/paint pattern...
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She's only helping to ensure that inevitability.
One hand slams down against her wrist to pin it against the ground, that face looming closer...and even now, with that mass of bone and tissue covering most of his face, it segments in a way that almost calls back to that very familiar scar/paint pattern...