[Ellie would stab him if she found out he thought she had no self preservation skills, but then again, the list of infractions for which she would not stab him is currently short. Not that it's obvious, given how she's refused entirely to let this stranger take the bullet for her. Maybe there's a difference between preservation and survival. Preserves are pickled in a jar somewhere, right?]
[Anyway, the strike lands, though the temperature of the wood goes cold as ice upon contact with the shadow.]
[The shadow itself moves shape, unsure what to attack. This is compounded when Ellie begins to maddeningly stab it with her shiv, only to draw back in horror at how bone cold that was. Her hand feels almost burnt.] Fuck fuck fuck! What are you? [But she's back to stabbing again, trying to get her hits in while she has the momentum.]
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[Anyway, the strike lands, though the temperature of the wood goes cold as ice upon contact with the shadow.]
[The shadow itself moves shape, unsure what to attack. This is compounded when Ellie begins to maddeningly stab it with her shiv, only to draw back in horror at how bone cold that was. Her hand feels almost burnt.] Fuck fuck fuck! What are you? [But she's back to stabbing again, trying to get her hits in while she has the momentum.]