[ Diva jerks back, barely escaping a broken nose, but still feeling the sting of a heel well placed. It doesn't let Diva break her hold, but rather forces the knife in deeper across Anri's throat. How unfortunate, it didn't nick a major artery. ]
Still fighting, little one? You'll have to do better, if you want to get away. [ she almost purred, itching to carve, growing thirstier by the minute. It's been so long since she fed deeply off someone other then Conrad... ]