The girl kicked off Rionetta's back and leaped to thrust her knife into Melville's face. "My magic is puppetry. Mistaking a doll for my real body has brought about your demise." She stabbed Melville right between the eyes, jamming the knife all the way in until only the hilt was visible.
Melville's expression froze in shock, blood pouring down her face and dripping onto the ground. "Fine work," she said, before forcing her way out of the doll's grip. Knife still in her forehead, Melville grabbed the girl's arm with her right hand, her left going for the girl's neck.
A gasp of pain escaped from the girl. "H...ow...?"
Melville didn't reply. Her hand squeezed the girl's neck even harder. Pechka heard bones break as blood dribbled from the girl's mouth, and she just watched, unable to look away. The girl's face twisted in regret, and the wooden body slumped against Melville slid down and hit the ground on its front in a cloud of dust. With the knife still jutting from her head, Melville wrenched the girl's neck, then tossed her aside.
"But yer trick'ry be for naught once ye've revealed the trick." Melville's body blurred, then changed shape. The knife that should have been stuck into her forehead was now in her right cheek. She yanked the blade out, and blood gushed from the wound.
—Volume 3, Page 124