[ He's disarmed, and that now makes him almost h(arm)less, doesn't it?
Medb sees the knife fall, hears it hit the ground like metal, and she knows what she wants to do next. Her expression sets, something hard, something determined, something very dangerous. She takes a deep breath before she pushes herself forward, knocking into a statue, making it tip forward into the alien and knocking it away from Childe.
She doesn't waste any time after that, ignoring all the pain in her foot and ankle, dashing to pick up the knife that hit the ground.
Once Childe is free from the monster's grasp and the it continues to struggle under the weight of the statue, Medb darts in and strikes true—
Sinking the knife right into his chest, right over where his heart is with precision. ]
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Medb sees the knife fall, hears it hit the ground like metal, and she knows what she wants to do next. Her expression sets, something hard, something determined, something very dangerous. She takes a deep breath before she pushes herself forward, knocking into a statue, making it tip forward into the alien and knocking it away from Childe.
She doesn't waste any time after that, ignoring all the pain in her foot and ankle, dashing to pick up the knife that hit the ground.
Once Childe is free from the monster's grasp and the it continues to struggle under the weight of the statue, Medb darts in and strikes true—
Sinking the knife right into his chest, right over where his heart is with precision. ]
Goodbye, Childe.
[ Who said anything about being soft? ]