[ If Misa and Ernesto want to banter, that's their business. Good for Misa, really, if it helps throw Ernesto off his game — but Amos is here to either incapacitate or kill, so he's got no time for talking.
He stumbles a bit forward as he doesn't connect with Ernesto as properly as he'd have liked; has to dodge back again when he swings at him. Maybe he should've learned how to wield a sword, but he can't really see what good it would have done him at this point other than to give him a defence against others'.
Which, in fairness, would also be nice to have.
Because when Amos counters, tries to hit Ernesto again — and who cares if it's with a fist that's down a few fingers; even with that handicap it's the one he's used to, so he can put more power into it — the Perro scores a hit.
He gives a yell of pain as the blade bites into his skin, blood starting to freely flow from his arm, a bit below the shoulder. The wound is debilitating, but isn't so much as to be incapacitating; Amos resists the instinct to grab at it with his left hand, instead balls it into a fist and throws it at any opening Ernesto left him with as much force as he can put behind it.
He can tell that his shard isn't within range at all; he's just going to have to do his best to beat the body into submission. Go from there. ]
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He stumbles a bit forward as he doesn't connect with Ernesto as properly as he'd have liked; has to dodge back again when he swings at him. Maybe he should've learned how to wield a sword, but he can't really see what good it would have done him at this point other than to give him a defence against others'.
Which, in fairness, would also be nice to have.
Because when Amos counters, tries to hit Ernesto again — and who cares if it's with a fist that's down a few fingers; even with that handicap it's the one he's used to, so he can put more power into it — the Perro scores a hit.
He gives a yell of pain as the blade bites into his skin, blood starting to freely flow from his arm, a bit below the shoulder. The wound is debilitating, but isn't so much as to be incapacitating; Amos resists the instinct to grab at it with his left hand, instead balls it into a fist and throws it at any opening Ernesto left him with as much force as he can put behind it.
He can tell that his shard isn't within range at all; he's just going to have to do his best to beat the body into submission. Go from there. ]