[Pain surges through his jaw, and Hannibal retreats like a wounded animal - wounded, but not badly enough. Certainly angry enough. His eyes flash - not the dullness of a base beast, but with light and intelligence. That doesn't make them any less bloody.
He swings with the shiv, stabs with the butter knife, all while circling around so that when he lunges again, he can trap Dillon against the wall. Trap him, break him, like the stupid child he is. There is a reason men will butcher lambs, calves, young: youth is tender. He knows this, and it triggers such rage in him that he surges forward again, teeth stained red and bare as he swings the shiv down at Dillon's shoulder. He will rip the cheeks from his face and eat and eat and eat.]
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He swings with the shiv, stabs with the butter knife, all while circling around so that when he lunges again, he can trap Dillon against the wall. Trap him, break him, like the stupid child he is. There is a reason men will butcher lambs, calves, young: youth is tender. He knows this, and it triggers such rage in him that he surges forward again, teeth stained red and bare as he swings the shiv down at Dillon's shoulder. He will rip the cheeks from his face and eat and eat and eat.]