(( I'm glad one of us can do math Right, then, that's what Argent is doing ))
Roll
It was hard to get his eyes, but Aimée did her best and put some might into the single word to leave her mouth. "Freeze!"
She didn't know if it worked this time, but if it did she might have some time to get away.
Argent was almost caught with her Command as he stared at the glimpses of Aimée's skin and her oh so red Blood... almost.
Jerking his eyes away, he slashed out with the knife again, and felt the soft resistence of that same flesh being cut.
Resisted + 2 Lethal
(( I believe 9L puts Aimée at 1Agg7Lethal = Torpor? ))
OOC
That's not how I planned it! That's- her thoughts, angry at anyone but herself and still convinced that she didn't do anything wrong, were cut off by Argent's knive. It didn't hurt that much, whether her condition was responsible for that or the fact that she was too busy to find the exact moment where it went wrong, but Aimée felt how the substance and color were drained out of her vision until there was only darkness.