The moment Jack's eyes reach hers, Sharon moves forward, as quickly and quietly as possible, closing the distance. The demon is beautiful, captivating in a way nothing normal could possibly be, even from behind, but beauty rarely gives Sharon pause. When close enough, Sharon reaches out, her empty hand grabbing at the demon by the waist. It startles, not expecting the change in the situation. She does not give it time to struggle, pulling it backwards roughly towards her, letting it's own weight bury the blade into its back, puncturing through the layer of soft skin and hard rib to reach the heart.
She pulls the blade out, and reburies it. Again. And again, for good measure. ]
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The moment Jack's eyes reach hers, Sharon moves forward, as quickly and quietly as possible, closing the distance. The demon is beautiful, captivating in a way nothing normal could possibly be, even from behind, but beauty rarely gives Sharon pause. When close enough, Sharon reaches out, her empty hand grabbing at the demon by the waist. It startles, not expecting the change in the situation. She does not give it time to struggle, pulling it backwards roughly towards her, letting it's own weight bury the blade into its back, puncturing through the layer of soft skin and hard rib to reach the heart.
She pulls the blade out, and reburies it. Again. And again, for good measure. ]