I crashed into a pile of wooden boards that were riddled with nails and screws.
Classic.
The metal points jabbed at me but didn’t penetrate my costume. I tried to get my feet under me, but the boards only slid underfoot. His hand was still attached to my face.
Pfft.
Mannequin can still control it from where he is, though, right?
He began to pull me forward, no doubt to repeat the process. Half blind under the grip of his hand, I reacted in a heartbeat, slamming the point of the knife into the gap between his hand and my face.
Nice!
Tattletale had said it was strong enough to serve as a crowbar. I was glad to discover she was right. Between the pull of the retracting chain and the leverage of the knife, I freed myself from his grip, his fingertips scraping hard against my scalp.
Woo!
Also hey, there we have the vulnerable spot I was talking about earlier. This is probably going to leave marks under Taylor’s hair.
Flying back to him, his arm clicked back into place. I tried to blink a blurry spot out of my vision, only to realize I had a scratch on the right lens of my mask where I’d hit it with the knife’s edge.
Eesh. As a fellow glasses-wearer, I can easily imagine how annoying that scratch is going to be.
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