030604 #eel Thinking about what I did next, imagining it, made it work: I pulled a knife out of seemingly nowhere, brandished it, but while he was concerning himself with that I pulled a smaller one, a pocketknife really, with my other hand, and threw it, with inexplicable expertise, right into his right eye. He died on the spot, I think. It didn't seem like a terribly big deal, not highly dramatic nor particularly criminal. Just part of the whole scene. I was glad I had won, but not flabbergasted about it.