[The spell does not last long, but in the space between its casting and Alice's struggling, Koltira is in front of her. He grabs her by the throat and yanks her back down to the ground with one hand; with his other hand, he reaches for the dropped knife. He's rarely seen a weapon that can cut his armor so easily, and he can recognize that uniqueness even in this bestial state.
He presses the flat of the knife, hard, against her chest.]
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He presses the flat of the knife, hard, against her chest.]
You did not listen.
[His voice is wild, anguished.]
You did not listen to me.