Attack it before it binds you down (lz)

The knife felt heavy gripped in Plum's sweaty palms. There was anger, sizzling under her barely composed facade, but her anger was secondary. Her anger was with how *okay* everything felt to her. She was angry with herself for... maybe... even *wanting* to climb into the suit of her own accord... to feel the rubber's tight embrace against her skin... to forget all cares and worries...

No.

Plum shook herself mentally. She was going to strike first. She glanced at her hand, relieved that the knife was sharp, pointy and serrated, as opposed to blunt, round and useless. She pushed herself off her back and forward onto all fours, her knees bent and her eyes locked onto the target.

With a surge of adrenaline, Plum launched herself to the suit's side, forcing the knife across where her rib cage meant to have gone. She felt the blade catch, dragging across the rubber surface with some difficulty. Confidence flooded Plum's body, but it was tainted with grief.

The suit was unflinching, and turned to face Plum immediately. Her eyes danced across the suit's surface, struggling to find the damage... a glint of the light across the suit's torso sank her heart - the reflection was uninterrupted, the suit untarnished. *Relief?* Really?

Her heart was throbbing - the damned thing was right in front of her now. She lunged at it once more, knife-first, thrusting the pointed edge into the suit's arm. A tentacle wrapped itself around her free arm, and another encircled her waist, but Plum only paid heed to the knife. She watched, eyes wide as the blade pushed into the rubber. She watched as the rubber simply accommodated the blade, wrapping the sharp metal harmlessly, a perfect imprint extruding out of the other side.

Then the knife simply bounced out, clattering on to the floor uselessly.