Felix snarls as they go down, hauling back and trying to break that hold, but York's got more muscle mass, surprisingly. Instead, Felix drags his knees up to try and leverage him back into those wires and pull himself free.

He ends up straddling him instead, though it's an excellent position to try and drive the knife down again, this time aiming for his throat, or at the very least that nice, meaty connective tissue between shoulder and neck, where the armor tends to be thin for flexibility's sake.