Ah, no, nono. He's watching her, for any petty tricks, any last minute abilities she hasn't discussed. Seeing her reach for a weapon was easy, and he's got one foot occupied, but how about the other? As his leg raises to once again to drive DOWN and onto her wrist; either when she's going for or after grabbing the knife to stop her in her tracks.

He doesn't much care if he shatters her wrist with the action, either. A low, murmuring cackle escaping his throat.

"You aren't good at listening. And do you really think a tiny little knife like that would do anything? You really are a fool when you're alone, Fujimaru-chan."

Of course, he's feeling cocky now that he's got her cornered. He's going to lift his feet off her, and reach down to grab her by that irritating little ponytail she keeps her hair in, and drag her to her feet.

"Last chance to choose. Otherwise, I'll spin the wheel."