(You can stop Dixie from enacting the entirety of this at any point he realistically can stop her)
After making sure nobody else was around, a left hand reaches from behind to grab tightly on the white-haired guy's mouth, pushing his head onto her right shoulder.
"I saw what you did." she says with a smile as she stabs the man's torso with a dagger on her right hand, and then skewedly, curvingly, forcefully, drags that dagger through his torso to practically open up his chest...
... which would have been a most gruesome case, but as Dixie sliced through the man's torso, healing magic from the hand sealing his lips ran through his body and practically counteracted the gash, leaving no trace but the tear in his clothing. The wound may not have existed then, but the pain, oh... the pain was very real.
With the right arm she dragged the dagger through his torso with, she hugged the man tight until it started to hurt for both of them. "I don't know what your deal is, but I'm not so keen as to still let you live with that horrible attitude of yours, seeing as how this village treats you like trash anyway." Her hands still held tight on the white-haired man's mouth, muffling any attempt for him to yell. She plans to continue this until he collapses.