Ritsuka hit the wall hard, the wind briefly knocked out of her lungs. Her gasping for breath only made worse when he's on top of her again and his foot slammed down. She was pretty sure that had to have at least cracked a rib or two, from how the pain lanced through her, but there was no time to dwell on that. If there was still a chance, any chance at all of getting out of this, she had to take it.

Her phone was halfway across the room where it had fallen, out of reach. But nearby... Ah, there was that dagger she kept for self-defense, perhaps...

"That's... the flaw." It hurt to breathe, to talk, but she forced out the words anyway. Keep him distracted so maybe he wouldn't see what she was trying to do. "You don't really know people... You weren't ready... for them to fight back...."

And that was when she made a grab for the dagger, hoping to stab him hard enough to get a chance to rush for the phone or the door.

It was pretty much the last chance she had.