[The shake is a shock, but she's wriggling for the knife, stolen from the dinner table that's in her boot. Before she can get to it however, Tony's hands close around her throat. Her eyes widen. Vie chokes out a strangled gasp.
This certainly wasn't part of the plan.
One hand reaches to grab his wrist, the other fumbling for the knife. It seems a useless venture at first, and she manages to get a hold on it. The thought crosses her mind to kick him in the nads, but height differences, angling and the fact that his hands are still around her neck and she's running out of air push that idea quickly aside.
Her survival instinct kicks into play and Vie drives the knife into Tony's side, catching him in the fleshy area just below his rib cage.]
[Commentlog] /stab
This certainly wasn't part of the plan.
One hand reaches to grab his wrist, the other fumbling for the knife. It seems a useless venture at first, and she manages to get a hold on it. The thought crosses her mind to kick him in the nads, but height differences, angling and the fact that his hands are still around her neck and she's running out of air push that idea quickly aside.
Her survival instinct kicks into play and Vie drives the knife into Tony's side, catching him in the fleshy area just below his rib cage.]