She stood slowly, after reaching for the fallen knife. She grasped it, gritting her teeth.
He stumbled constantly forward, a smirk on his face. He expected her to dash forward and attack him. He walked forward, pushing her against the wall, and grasping the knife from her hand. He had his forearm above her head and his other forearm on her stomach. He leaned closer, pinning her harder on the wall. He stared into her eyes. "Darling, you're very attractive. Why are you here?" He pulled his arm down from above her, cupping her chin in his hand. He forced her to stare back at him.