Vanny
Legs tightened around his neck like a vice, shutting his throat completely. He tried to struggle his way out of her grip.. But that was just the prelude to the end. Because before he could even gasp, two lances shot straight into him.
She could feel it, a wet feeling running down her fingers. But it was not so. It should have been warm, but the flesh she poked into was as cold as a corpse. And something rigid was keeping her from pushing any further.
Her blow had pierced the cheeks just beneath his eyes. He was just grinning ear to ear, his eyes intact. He shifted the strike as if she was an open book. And while he had her on one side, another hand was already shooting up to grab her poking one.
"Come on, eye poking's just gonna put off the audience; Damn amateur." Foam was building in his mouth, and blood was running down his cheeks. Despite that, he was grinning.