Duo yelped, fought against the automatic urge to yank his ankle back and risk losing a chunk, and ripped a knife from where it had been tied on his arm.
For a brutal moment that spun on the edge of reason, Duo sized himself up to try a good old fashioned stabbing and possibly lose a hand.
In the end he did neither. The blade of the knife sank deep into an earthy crevise of the rock Duo was sitting on as he stabbed it down hard. Steel grated against stone as Duo used the hold to yank some control back.