"Frisk" looks up, but the momentum of their leg still finishes in one, heavy kick, leaving- Frisk, face first in the dirt, coughing on the taste of their own blood. Not going to be much response, from there. Not going to be much of anything at all.
They're safe in turning their back on them, from no FIGHT to FIGHT, but their expression is less than impressed. As close to irritation as they can be.]
Pretty sure they haven't given you their SOUL yet.
[Their own knife is rusted over with red. Almost childish, the way fingernails had scratched swirls across the surface. Trying to replicate the Knife gripped tight by Chara's fingers.]
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"Frisk" looks up, but the momentum of their leg still finishes in one, heavy kick, leaving- Frisk, face first in the dirt, coughing on the taste of their own blood. Not going to be much response, from there. Not going to be much of anything at all.
They're safe in turning their back on them, from no FIGHT to FIGHT, but their expression is less than impressed. As close to irritation as they can be.]
Pretty sure they haven't given you their SOUL yet.
[Their own knife is rusted over with red. Almost childish, the way fingernails had scratched swirls across the surface. Trying to replicate the Knife gripped tight by Chara's fingers.]
Finders keepers.