[He doesn’t know if it’s the new powerlessness or the shock of what that causes him to react a millisecond slower than he usually would at the newcomer. At being freed from his attacker, the open air and dark stars above where pitch shadow was before. The rain splatters into his face and eyes.
But he’s already scrambling up by the time the barked command rings in his ears, with a body that feels weighted for the first time in centuries.
He holds the umbrella close, refusing to use it as a weapon. Not when it’s silent like this and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t wanna risk breaking it further. ]
Yeah.
[The kick he shoots out at one of the advancing shadows is clumsy, but the pivot-turn-shoot of the spinning kick he follows up with hits home... though he already feels exhaustion creeping in.]
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But he’s already scrambling up by the time the barked command rings in his ears, with a body that feels weighted for the first time in centuries.
He holds the umbrella close, refusing to use it as a weapon. Not when it’s silent like this and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t wanna risk breaking it further. ]
Yeah.
[The kick he shoots out at one of the advancing shadows is clumsy, but the pivot-turn-shoot of the spinning kick he follows up with hits home... though he already feels exhaustion creeping in.]