This whole "death" thing seems to involve less "being stabbed" than I expected it to.
I crack an eye open to see an angry librarian standing between me and my attacker. I...huh. I can't say that I was expecting that. He put himself in harm's way to protect me. Would...hrm. I'm not sure if I would have done the same for him. And, for some reason, that bothers me a little.
I sidle around Nanashi, getting me an angle at our attacker's exposed side. Half of me is screaming at the rest of me to run away, but, damn it, I can't just leave Nanashi here. Sure, he could probably take the guy down with ease, but I should at least try.
"Nanashi," I mutter, "I am so incredibly sorry if I get you by accident."
One final attack. Heaven or hell, let's rock.