[ Tyr can't very well forcibly stop her from grabbing it: His 'good' arm is holding her neck, while his left arm holds her back against his stomach to keep her from moving much.
He just tightens his hold in desperation. ] Don't think I won't kill you... [ Even if that's not what he wants this to come to. ]
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He just tightens his hold in desperation. ] Don't think I won't kill you... [ Even if that's not what he wants this to come to. ]