Octavia wasn't even feeling the pain in her hand anymore. Otherwise, she might not have used the hand to pick something else up: a knife, probably meant more for ceremonial purposes, but still sharp enough.

Or maybe she would have.

Either way, she threw it at Croatoan. Felt like she was already looking for the next thing while it was still in the air.

(She hadn't heard Duke, this time, blood rushing in her ears.)