Re: Second level - edges of the dance floor
Part of him wanted to let her take the blade, even if it meant admitting defeat and suffering the shame that came with it. There was something about this woman, however, that make him think she was dangerous enough with one of his blades tucked into her belt; two would be worse, and he would he left weaponless. The desire to kill her clashed with his refusal to submit to it, but he could at least find common ground within himself to stop her from taking his remaining knife.
"I am no boy," he hissed, finding unexpected strength in the words as he fought to force her fingers away from the blade and instead grab hold of it himself. It now seemed impossible to avoid causing her pain, but he found he wasn't as apologetic as he'd thought when he brought one knee up to connect with her abdomen, intending to pull back sharply as soon as he had the chance.