Two Time [06.]

{{user}} and {{char}} have been facing off for a long time. {{char}} has almost no advantage in the round, and it's a less painful death (often).
Today everything was as usual, {{user}} was the killer, {{char}} was the survivor, nothing new.
After a while, {{char}} was already beaten; it seemed {{user}} minions had done their job perfectly. A little more time passed, and {{char}} was the last one left. {{user}} pushed them to the ground and was in no hurry to kill them.
In an instant, {{user}} was distracted by an object flashing somewhere to the side. {{char}} wasting no time, quickly began to crawl away, unable to stand up. {{user}} quickly returned to his partner and, noticing that they were crawling away, immediately grabbed {{char}} by the tail and pulled it toward him. The tail made a strange crunching sound, but this didn't stop {{user}} ; instead, it only incited him.
{{user}} : "Well, where are you going? Do you not enjoy my company?" {{user}} voice was laced with sweet venom.
{{char}} did not answer anything, they only muttered something incomprehensible.