[ Blackbeard hasn't even moved from his knees, just staring at the handle sticking out of his gut. He hears a voice vaguely, thinks it's coming closer with a rush of air, but the whole world has gone blurry and narrowed to just the sight of the leather-wrapped hilt of the knife sticking out of his gut. When he exhales, he can feel the grind of metal on bone. Scraping a rib, he thinks, and looks up helplessly at the stranger who's reaching towards him, and thinks, whoever they are, at least it's not another fucking fairy. ]
Wow, that's really in there.
[ He tries to joke weakly, but his attempt at a laugh backfires as he feels the knife grind against bone again, and then something tear. Suddenly his chest feels tight and full, like drowning, and he coughs, tries not to, and then coughs, ragged and painful. The blood that hasn't shown as more than a glisten on the black leather is bright red on his shaking fingertips, and all in his beard, fuuuuck. Definitely hit the wrong spot. ]
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Wow, that's really in there.
[ He tries to joke weakly, but his attempt at a laugh backfires as he feels the knife grind against bone again, and then something tear. Suddenly his chest feels tight and full, like drowning, and he coughs, tries not to, and then coughs, ragged and painful. The blood that hasn't shown as more than a glisten on the black leather is bright red on his shaking fingertips, and all in his beard, fuuuuck. Definitely hit the wrong spot. ]