Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
As her foot connected with the bottom of his kneecap, Malakai grunted, cursing in Russian as his legs gave way, sending him falling gracelessly to the ground. He crawled his way over to her, obviously favoring his left side, moving to kneel with his legs on hers. Hands held her shoulders to the ground, hair hanging in his face as he stared down at her, curious.
"I didn't think one little scratch would keep you down, darling," It was a challenge, obvious as anything, although he made no move to pull his knife from her shoulder; he didn't know why it was left in, but if he really needed it, he had another.