Charlie hesitates - just for a beat, a moment, a second of hesitation - but that second is more than enough. Suddenly, she can't breathe, eyes slowly sliding downward to spot the point sticking out below her chin. They slide back towards Terezi for a moment, a silent stare of disbelief that slowly glazes over.

She chokes, blood pouring out and down her front, warm and slick and pooling beneath her with each heartbeat.

By the time that heartbeat stops, she's fallen to the ground, spear still lightly clasped in her twitching hand.