Re: Andrea
The scream wanted to come. It was quite obvious by the gasping breath that she took in but she bit on her tongue. Quite literally she bit on it, so hard that Andrea was surprised that it didn't bleed and go through. But she couldn't hold back the tears, fast and hot. Or the way her knees buckled and the gasping breaths she took; throat chocked up with cries but all that she allowed to come out ... all that managed to come out were crooked sobs.
She would have fallen into him, if she hadn't gripped at the arm holding the scalpel for all she was worth. The shock of it was too much, the pain ... and the worse part her, brain was so surprised by the rapidity of which he twisted the blade and the continuation of it, it hadn't quite processed how much he was hurting her. But it would. Which likely wouldn't at all be good for her. However, until then ... She had to just get the stupid thing out of her. Her hatred of sharp objects just kept on growing. Andrea gripped as hard as she could at his wrist, and .. well, she leaned into him and the scalpel. Bringing it deeper for a second. She had a plan, yeah .. plans. Likely not the sanest but it could work since it was a scalpel and not some crazy, crooked dagger.
As she leaned in she brought her knee up. The impact wasn't as hard as it could have been because she was loosing blood, she was shaky from pain, and she had a whole in her side that he just seemed to like to make bigger for the kick of it. But super-strength didn't diminish because one was in pain, it just became more erratic. However, Andrea knew where she was aiming, "Get off on this, tu hijo de puta." And she brought her knee right between his legs.
With that she yanked the scalpel out of her. Normally she would have taken advantaged and punched him again, likely in the throat but she was too busy stumbling back. Rather than falling she leaned against the cage wall. Hand pressed to her wound. Biting down on her lip that did start to bleed a little.