Naomi wished she could put in her own two cents with more than just a breathy whisper, but she had to make do with what little of her was left. She managed to use her arm to stand herself up, but she was already winded since her punctured lung had since collapsed. She picked up the fillet knife with her teeth and slowly made her way toward the vampire, intending to jam the sharp blade into<b>his</b>larynx. She held her breath and kept her steps silent to make sure he didn't hear her coming.