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| 12 | 370 | I clung to the View more quotes about knife">knife wrist, with an oarsman's grasp. |
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| 12 | 367 | A form lunged under the ring to the surface. |
| 12 | 368 | I threw myself forward, against it. |
| 12 | 369 | I felt the blade cut through the cloak, but then it was tangled in it, and I lifted my arm pushing the knife hand to the side, and clasped the wrist, and pressed the form to the side, and we grappled in the darkness. |
| 12 | 370 | I clung to the knife wrist, with an oarsman's grasp. |
| 12 | 371 | A hand tore at my hair, pulling my head back, and then scratched across my face. |
| 12 | 372 | I put my head down, and seized the body with my right arm, so his hand could not reach me, and thrust the body back, toward the ring, and pinned it against the ring, and pressed it back, and back. |
| 12 | 373 | I heard the spinal column snap, and thrust the form over the ring, and, a long moment later, heard it strike the deck below. |