Not so much in half, but the blow was blinding, rattled teeth – smashed teeth out of their setting; the Nightcap could feel one rattle and shift around its mouth as it reeled backward. It staggered, clutching Catsvoi's wrists as it dropped to its knees, coughing and spitting the tooth and excess. All over those shoes.

Fingers slipped, tightened again, and yanked to help pull the Nightcap up to its feet, needle disintegrating where it was wedged.

It smiled, lip split and bleeding.

"Give it to me," it wheezed. "My. Door. My–"