[That was very possible - Takasugi had been rather confident Kamui would block or dodge, but if he hadn't there was no restraint on the force behind his thrust. The knife had pierced bone before; it would pierce bone and brain just as easily.
But it'd be cutting into muscle and tendon instead. He could feel the blade slide against brittle bone, and with the last of his grip he twisted the metal handle in Kamui's hand, an attempt to break the it's structure into shatters.
Not that he'll be letting go, but the knife is more firmly in Kamui's hand than his own - despite the lack of convention behind the other's hold. It's amusing - he chuckles (at the situation, at the joke, because this is fun) - and rolls his head against the dirt.
With a shoe pressed against his neck, there wasn't much else he could do. He had another hand available, but he wouldn't be able to dislodge Kamui at this angle. So instead he'll reach up with it and hold his arm. Keep it steady, keep any shaking from providing an opening.
And he'll apply pressure, pressing that knife fractions of an inch further into Kamui's hand - if his opponent let up he'd spring forward and sheer flesh from that cheery face, if not something more vital.]
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But it'd be cutting into muscle and tendon instead. He could feel the blade slide against brittle bone, and with the last of his grip he twisted the metal handle in Kamui's hand, an attempt to break the it's structure into shatters.
Not that he'll be letting go, but the knife is more firmly in Kamui's hand than his own - despite the lack of convention behind the other's hold. It's amusing - he chuckles (at the situation, at the joke, because this is fun) - and rolls his head against the dirt.
With a shoe pressed against his neck, there wasn't much else he could do. He had another hand available, but he wouldn't be able to dislodge Kamui at this angle. So instead he'll reach up with it and hold his arm. Keep it steady, keep any shaking from providing an opening.
And he'll apply pressure, pressing that knife fractions of an inch further into Kamui's hand - if his opponent let up he'd spring forward and sheer flesh from that cheery face, if not something more vital.]