[Mary hits the ground hard, crying out as she crawls back up onto her hands and knees, and then her feet. Her head...it hurts. She grabs a fistful of her hair.]
Stop it! I said no!
[The girl barrels forward, halfway between crying and screaming as she thrusts her knife forward at him, again and again and again and again. She won't stop, no, she can't stop. Not until she hits him! Not until he's gone! Not until he's covered in pretty, pretty red colors! Even if she did hit him, though, would she notice? Would Mary even have the control to relish any sort of victory from this?
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Stop it! I said no!
[The girl barrels forward, halfway between crying and screaming as she thrusts her knife forward at him, again and again and again and again. She won't stop, no, she can't stop. Not until she hits him! Not until he's gone! Not until he's covered in pretty, pretty red colors! Even if she did hit him, though, would she notice? Would Mary even have the control to relish any sort of victory from this?
This isn't fun anymore.]