[ Eustace catches wind of Dokja's intention too late. By the time he's aware of what the other man intends to do, the bones in his wrist are already snapping, the crack barely audible past the dull roar of frenetic combat ringing through the cavern—and certain not audible once it's buried beneath the strangled cry of pain that immediately escapes past his throat and lips.
His whole body spasms, waves of agony radiating from his wrist through his arm to his torso. Even if it's not the first time he's broken a bone, the sensation is still beyond unpleasant, and he automatically tries to curl in on himself, arms fighting against the grip Dokja still has on them and knees pulling up. The automatic response of any creature to overwhelming pain, because despite all the experience he's gained up until now, he's still human.
On the bright side, his fingers are finally slack, dagger slipping past to land on the ground with a few low clatters. ]
suffer.
His whole body spasms, waves of agony radiating from his wrist through his arm to his torso. Even if it's not the first time he's broken a bone, the sensation is still beyond unpleasant, and he automatically tries to curl in on himself, arms fighting against the grip Dokja still has on them and knees pulling up. The automatic response of any creature to overwhelming pain, because despite all the experience he's gained up until now, he's still human.
On the bright side, his fingers are finally slack, dagger slipping past to land on the ground with a few low clatters. ]