A loud thud was heard, and Akihime never felt the dagger upon her flesh. Amaya grunted as she drove the small cutlery knife into the mans neck repeatedly, sitting atop his chest with wide eyes, stabbing him again and again until he moved no longer, and even after that, the girl continued to stab him. Finally registering that the man was dead, she slowly got to her feet, covered in blood and still clutching the knife tightly, starting to hyperventilate, staring down at what she had done with tears in her eyes.