[It's not a great angle for leverage, and Glory twists to avoid it, but she's much more focused on fastening the loose end of the handcuffs to the bed than she is on dodging, and the spear slices along the side of her ribs before the point sinks into the mattress, just a split second before the metal sound of the cuff latching. Her black ZRAEL dress only darkens slightly when the blood soaks it, but the bright red is visible through the gash in the fabric.]

Ah—!