"Fuck. You." With a forceful exhale and a final surge of strength, Hermione bucked her hips, unseating Briar for the span of half a heartbeat. But it was enough. Enough to shift the trajectory of Briar's dagger from her heart to her ribs. Bringing her right fist up at the same moment she let go of Briar's dagger with her left, Hermione slumped, head thumping against the wooden floor. Briar dropped, dagger sliding between Hermione's ribs, nicking one on the way in, from the feel of it. Over her, Briar's look of savage delight slowly faded, replaced by a look of confusion. Hermione understood it, as the amount of blood currently pouring over her face made little sense, at least at first. With a wild smile, Hermione yanked Adelaide's blade, currently embedded in Briar's brachial artery, towards her, severing muscle and tendon and veins along the underside of the woman's arm.