Gix - Dagger swings

Gix swung his body-laden pickax with one arm, bashing two humans to the ground. He wielded his dagger with the other hand. A slash toward the mouth was always good with a dagger. That way, if the foe tried to duck, he would get his eyes sliced open like a pair of grapes. Gix was strong enough to do that—a slice entering one temple, severing the nasal bones, and exiting the other temple. If the foe tried to leap, he would get his throat cut. If the foe came straight on—as in the current case—Gix’s blade cut the man’s mouth open from ear to ear. It wouldn’t be a debilitating injury for a truly warlike race, but humans were amazingly unwilling to fight on just because their jaws hung limp beneath severed muscles. This warrior, for instance—look at his bloody smile and the lower lip quivering across his voice box. See how he falls to his knees and buries what used to be a face in his hands? If a Phyrexian were cut like that, he’d continue to fight on, wearing a permanent grin.

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The Thran, Chapter 22