Naota: *glares, and grabs the sharp sword, cutting his hand, and pushes it away far enough so that he can slip down, and trip kijouru*
Naota: *lets the poison needle hit him, falls to the ground, and slips an antidote into his mouth, then convulses, pretending that the poison is already affecting him*
I lie on the ground motionless,my left hand clutching my bloody stomach and my right hand holding my sword.