As Valentina made her attempt at escape, the daggers embedded around her body twisted anew, each of them jerking slightly in place to carve deeper into her body. Her knees, back, stomach and arm: all were subject to a flash of new pain, new impairment.
"What pretty wings you have..." Eloi murmured, eyes lighting up gleefully. One hand shot out to close around the girl's throat and forcibly shove her into the dirt, and the dagger she attempted to grab fought back against her grip, her attempts at pulling it free just causing it to saw back and forth in her palm.
The free dagger, Eloi took in his free hand and brushed ever so slightly over her wings. "I wonder, how much can I clip them before you are unable to fly?"
"What pretty wings you have..." Eloi murmured, eyes lighting up gleefully. One hand shot out to close around the girl's throat and forcibly shove her into the dirt, and the dagger she attempted to grab fought back against her grip, her attempts at pulling it free just causing it to saw back and forth in her palm.
The free dagger, Eloi took in his free hand and brushed ever so slightly over her wings. "I wonder, how much can I clip them before you are unable to fly?"