All the life ebbing from me would make him stronger

Just finished editing Chapters 1 and 2 (from Part Two) of my novel. Really wanted to edit Chapter 3 but it’s long and I need to go to bed early. I’m so over being sleep deprived.

Continuing the super short Don’t Bleed (yeah, yeah, I’m a Whovian) blurbs:

He looks right at me, “Don’t make me kill you.”

There are too many knives in this room. All it would take is one well-aimed stab and all the life ebbing from me would make him stronger. My disadvantage is clear. I can’t kill him with knives and his magic is in a different class than mine.