Didn’t work on it yesterday, working on it again now.
It hurts, that’s what it feels like. Getting a knife stuck in you hurts. I’ve had it happen before, and it never gets any more fun. All of that stuff about ‘a cold spike of fire went through me’ or ‘a wave of pain ripped through my side?’ That’s how people who don’t get stabbed talk about it. When it happens to you, there’s only two things you think about. One is, Dammit, that hurt.
The second thing is I’m gonna get that cabron who just stabbed me. That’s the problem with using knives, you see. It takes longer to kill a guy with one than the Lore would have you think. And for damned sure I wasn’t gonna just let him wind up and have another go at it.
I think he wasn’t expecting that, or that I can move my battered hide pretty quick when I got the right motivation. He really didn’t expect me to make a game try at breaking his knife arm with both arms and a knee; and wasn’t that just more pain as the hole in my gut got bigger? But even if I didn’t break the arm, I made him let go of the knife.Which was still in my side. I might have pulled it out and freaked him out even more — I got a glance at him through slightly dizzied eyes; he had the look of somebody whose day had just gotten weird — but I’m not a dumbass. The knife was fine where it was, plugging the hole. Mostly plugging the hole. That was going to be a problem.