[The blow sends him reeling, but somehow he doesn't drop the knife even though it feels like his cheekbone just exploded. He's never been punched before, and dimly he hopes he never is again because it really hurts. But it also makes him realize that he has to strike right now, because even with the manchineel affecting Emi's breathing she could still potentially knock him out cold or even kill him.
So he reverses his grip on the knife and takes a sudden wild backhand swing at her face and neck, hoping to at least get her to back off if he can't actually land a solid blow.]
[ In peak condition she may have been able to stop that; but when she tries to grab his wrist now, with her depth perception still newly off and her strength draining quickly, she misses and falters, and the knife hits its target, plunging into her neck. ]
[Feeling the knife sink in is startling, so much that Erhard loses his grip on it from shock. This is nothing like carefully cutting into living tissue with a scalpel with the intent to help, this is fast, graceless, brutal. It's so repulsive to him that he actually lets out a choked sob and stumbles back from Emi, unable to look at what he's done, what he can't take back. She didn't deserve this.
She's right, he is a coward. A monster. He should've stayed locked in that frigid cell, if he was capable of this after all.]
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So he reverses his grip on the knife and takes a sudden wild backhand swing at her face and neck, hoping to at least get her to back off if he can't actually land a solid blow.]
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She's right, he is a coward. A monster. He should've stayed locked in that frigid cell, if he was capable of this after all.]
I'm sorry... I'm sorry...!